the desert, new mexico

...There are really no words.

Its so beautiful out here.

Listening to angels n airwaves, on the way from santa fe to el paso, the sky is a deep, royal blue.

Eyes stretch so far, to see to the horizon, and take it in..

Out here,
The stars come out to play so early.
The highway's cold and honest, and the warmth of hope and beauty becomes enough.

Family is such an interesting thing...
I have a family.

I always seem to be so far away, and I learn that when I get close to people, in a deeper, timeless way, I feel free to call them family.

But the time I have, to spend with real family, is so limited.

I guess I'm grateful,
For the fact that time and space don't tend to matter-
Not when it comes to Love.

Damn,
My mind and spirit get so much bigger out here...
There's so much breathing room.


At night,
The lights dance like diamonds,
On wide-open highways.

Its gorgeous.


..So, when we get to El Paso, we go immediately to the venue, soundcheck, and the limo should already be there waiting to take us to the radio station...

We have a bunch of bands,
And lots of people,
All so excited to see us tonight.

People I've never met-
Or had the privalege of sharing a moment with..
Yet.

But I know they dig what I do,
And I dig that..
Recognition's a tough thing to come by these days.

And I'm sure we'll have some real time to get intimate,
Get to know eachother tonight.

Plus,
I'll have more than enough space to stretch my animal limbs out at the hotel..
Have some fun,
Make some tea before bed,
Comfort- that's another one of those tough things to come by these days.

As I drift off,
Into my world,
I'll leave you tonight with some color for this picture:


Wearing my big huge red shades,
All black and a bright orange thermal...

Who knows what's in the cards for us...

Wide awake at midnight
When all the good kids
Are asleep
The restless western sky
Is a deep blue blanket
For the banquet of you and I

She was built right
Out of my mind
She was built right
Out of my mind
I find that the purest form
Is both Simple and Powerful,
Like blood on purple flowers
Perfect sex on the hour


She tastes like Kedamine
When she's ready
To RocknRoll
The air around here
Drops to 50 degrees
And all the dogs start to howl.


LoveLoveLove
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