empty platforms in the middle of devil's country brings out not exactly what's best in a man; it does, however, strip away the dross and the fat and congealed poison ego. it leaves the core, the muscle, the determination, the brutal survial instincts. it's like a purge, a fast, a few weeks in the desert sweating out the demons and subsisting on otherworldly mushrooms, leaving behind the greasy, once important bullshit to dry up and blow away in the sandstorm.
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scarydoll:
The iPod was a gift from my husband. He hates cheese, so I would never take yours and put it in the iPod. Keep looking... 
cheech:
I was just reading the above- I would really like to drive through the abandoned Southwest some day. No destination in mind, so you can save the "VEGAAAS, BABY" stuff. I wanna be among the mesas and things that laugh at hydration-necessity.