Happy Trails

It was a licensed deal. Telling a story from end to front and offering no devotions. So that you return to the point of origin. And in telling it backwards, combat the swiftness of Time, gathering our travels.

An antenna singing in the hollow desert filled with Sun and loneliness. Canyons that are galleries capped in Wind, filled with sentries that were all bayonets. Centuries come and go with precision; the religion of Spring, the mysteries, all denied here. Bloodles lizards with wise eyes and patient smiles, watch as the devils go by...