Fourteenth Canto
Gather round for the story, a storm's coming. Or maybe that's just my father's voice. Thanks, Pop, and happy birthday.
The stagecoach master has the written text. Do you know how many criminals, desperadoes and reprobates would like to get their hands on the written text of this pome?
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Don't have the time to listen now, just want to say, that photo is breathtaking.
The pome is going to be fun, I am sure. :-P
Four horsemen--Apocalypse?
Hobbes Jr. is offering to poll the desperadoes of Petesville and Pansitown to find out how many are pome-stealers.
Ariel, I didn't take it, I found it online, but that is Eureka Valley immediately south of Deep Springs and I've seen it look just like that. If you remember this story, it takes place between the rim of Eureka Valley and Deep Springs.
Weirsdo, sort of a Mariel boatlift of stuffed animals?
Oh, and the only time I ever dropped acid was on those sand dunes. Not that I'd admit that on the internet.
This canto is the hurrican itself. I love it.
That was one good story.
Not to spoil your image, Pascover, but you have no idea what real acid and bitter is. With which I'm not trying to say that you are a happy little balerine throwing roses on people but you are a good man of a rare type. Take it from a Hungarian with fucked up genes from a fucked up family.
No, no, we don't export them.
Not to spoil your image, Magyar but "to drop acid" doesn't mean to be bitter, it means to take LSD. Even the noble are able to manage that.
Ah, Weirsdo, then poll away.
Most of them work in the government, just like the crooks on your planet.
Been through that area of Nevada. Poem is great as is the painting
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