My wife, our dog, and moi are heading for the interior of the Mojave Desert. To the Place Where The Ancients abide. It's holy land and is to be treated as such. Time to get out where there is peace and some quiet so one can allow the desert to absolve you of the stench from "civilized society." There is certainly more than enough stench to go around for just about everybody. So instead of another boring screed lamenting the evils of our times, here is Thursday machine art and a smattering of the aforementioned work. TTFN.
papal -
ladies -
oompah -
why -
was up -
goin over -
eyeball -
room -
pardon while I address a 'retro' issue. my dear princess azteca: i would have married you a way back when but no, you had to show me the exit sign from which there is no return. and i didn't. return in ANY manner or emotion. ahhh ... what might have been. 😐
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