Crazy Hat

The Medicine Wheel was bright with white light, high altitude blue and wild gasps of wind. I found I had the whole mountain to myself, while the Hubbles contemplated the danger factor with snow drifts in June. I blasted half way across the Universe for this, not to mention sleeping at rest stops later cause Wyoming is as accomadating as a boot sole and a drunken chick that never shuts up. I saved myself some bills with the help of THC and caffiene and that sleepy plunge into my drivers seat with to many truckers. I love the way this Souix Shoshone Arapaho land illuminates in twilight with the pronghorn. My prayer for the magick stones, grow my ahir long to fight the white man in composition, to the freest fiercest mind falcon and deer antlers. Along with pines that watched the teeppees in green mountain grass. Sky blue warrior that couldn't contian his stance and rippled fabric blowing tyed to hair. Win it all for hair and shaved balls and butt cracks like the bulls fucking his cow. I took pictures for later and imagined the festive feathers and painted bodys aligned with stars and wild indigo birds. Now for the trial blast that starts at Medicine Mountian and then Bighorn back to the continental divide, my speedway just above from breaking the law and turning science into a cloud of smoke.

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