greyscale

1. illustration of THUNDER and LIGHTNING

deus ex machina

motorcycle fringe fuck.

2. we were going to leave early. set out on a greyscale horse into the greyscale dawn. sky

creaking open its doors just a little to empty the chamber pots and all. Your hair was grey too

and saturated from the deluge, so much bitterbrush and rabbit grass hanging down.

but there he was, sucking at a hole in his gums. arms crossed and glowering. something like the North wind’s blues.

3. pistons straining: as above, so below.