i actually just got back from this alien invasion that took place at twilight yesterday over the arizona desert.
sssssso...anyway, while i was there i got a booju and sat back under the canopy of waking stars and listened to the emeralds...oh no...wait...just emeralds, watching and whittling an owl pendant out of my limited edition vinyl copy of invisible touch by genesis. i've never actually listened to it, analogue is retrollectible but obsolete.
the whole experience left me with this faint residual terror, which seemed to hang perfectly over those abandoned horses.
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