i know one thing guns and cocaine is death…for sure.
only snakes and ladders/eisch england is losing ground.
no beating the allies at parties/
see wired by nasa.
Just thinking last night, flying back to DFW: where has this year gone?
It’s been another year and thousands of miles below the nose of the Boeing, one flight hour at a time, about 800 hours in 2012. The view has been everything from stunning to mundane, inspirational to humbling, but all of it good. Where to begin? How about this week?
Winter time in West Palm Beach: the winds come out of the north, meaning you land to the west–which means a long final approach over the Atlantic, facing westbound into the blazing sunset. That small cloud schooner happened by at just the right time to offer the perfect sun shade on approach.
Rewind just to last week. Punched out of a cirrus deck at 38,000 feet and looking down . . . what the heck is that?
A West Texas dirt sky: dust and grit from the Panhandle…
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the search of the strongbox with nymphs of line dancing.
interplanetary travel to the moon and back.the same vice i went for the clit.
me myself and the orion girls/
The dawn breaks hard down here in Antigua, at about 6:30 a.m., Atlantic time. This morning was the first time I was up early enough to see it.
Incidentally, having now been down here for a few days, I finally realize that that locals speak of An-tee-gah, rather than An-tig-wa, which was how I was pronouncing it.