kelley in the desert by andrew kuykendall
Keep on Truckin!
Desert Tales - El Hombre and the «man» with the 4 string guitar
Sarah Stephens by Zoey Grossman
Need a bike.
That awesome road.
Out there in the high desert, surronded by nothing to the end of every horizon, an orange butterfly landed on her hand for a brief moment, brushed her fingers with magic for a millisecond. She felt as if she’d been touched by a tiny God, a small messenger of the divine. In that moment, she knew things were going to change, she could feel it.
Cruisin back from Los Angeles
The clouds were baby lambs in the sky as they drove though the first town they’d seen for over 6 hours of solid driving. They needed gas, and they needed water. “Drinks! Drinks for my machine, and drinks for my darling!” he proclaimed as he entered the small shop at the gas station.
“I know they will never love me” she said and lit her cigarette. She exhaled and stared quietly at the horizon for a second.
“But you know it’s O K. Because in the end, the people who don’t doesn’t matter.”
“And anyway, no one, no matter how great they are, is liked by everyone.” She paused for another drag then exhaled rapidly as she made a pointing hand gesture with the cigarette between her fingers and added
“Except The Cookiemonster. I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t like The Cookiemonster.”