The Ghoul Goes West

By the grace of God I sat most of the day in this spot which is now just a seven hour drive away. The day was last Wednesday and I carry the sensation with me through smog and haze and tall, thin women and hills and Mexicans and theatres and fancy restaurants. My iron horse of an automobile hasn't been started in three days and she has earned the rest. Fresh canvasses were obtained legally today and are minutes from a deluge of sweat and color and any other fluid that will furthur the cause of freedom in these days of outrage and villainy which has gone on just about long enough to prep us for the euphoria of R-O-L-A-I-D-S in the acid stream on the Potomac. Kum baya, my lord. Is that how that's spelled? There's a black dog by my feet that casts black shadows with his black cast in the black tradition of the raven or the condor of which I saw many that have triumphantly repopulated that Grand Canyon against the wishes of greedy carpetbaggers who would rather fill the hole with water and build more casinos. I love casinos but I believe that we probably have enough of them as it is now. Regardless, keep watching the skies....