The German scout crept up over the hillside in the surreal light of the full moon--he had been told that the enemy was mighty--tens of thousands of union auto workers and the locally made steel that was forged to make the behemoth battle wagons of the markets he sought--Yet, as he peered over the top of the hill looking down, all he saw was a paper tiger-bleached by the sun--his stripes faded--teeth rotted out by the refined sugar of his addictionNo steel, no workers. Only the rusting carcasses of the out of gas behemoths--everything was abandoned--Including life itself--Strangely beautiful and quietJj
We made metal sculptures from a rusted Beetle used for desert shooting practice. You couldn't really see what it was at first out there among the sage and yucca. There were a few porn mags lying around there too.
home, home on the range.........flashlight--checksleeping bag--checkcooler--checktent--checkporn--checkahhhhh the modern camper.....Jj
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