To understand the West you have to live with it. It is in your blood before you know it and that is why you migrate there, to the openness, to the element of lost mystery, to escape. There are always people running from something in the west. I came here with 26 dollars in my pocket and the thought of a girl and I have been hiding ever since. It is here where you can actually understand the pain of silence. The loss and the battle of a frontier. Flux and stillness. Sadness and beauty. You fell small here and understand why you are small. Things never make sense, but somehow in the vastness, you become comfortable with that.

The four fantastic fucking brilliant magical like a choir of angels singing you to deaf corners. My favorite places. Pueblos and arches and sand and pine and snow and colorado sunsets and vortex and blue like you have never seen and Bryce, those frogs will never let you sleep, they infiltrate your very matter.

It has been my observation that stereotypes are used exclusively for causing harm, the moon would do better, poor girl, no longer Camembert or Brie. I have been to the Death Valley many times. I was caught there on the hottest day on record. We struggled up it's highest peak where we happily froze.

well the sand isnt clean is it? i have been there yes but it was bout 10 years ago. it is the only dessert i have been to annd i didnt stay long as i was on one of those see-it-all trips.

True i know nothing. have fun with the nakedness and the volleyball

pshaw!

Why is the sand dirty? And I could care a less about America. The world is full of beautiful places: duh. We are talking about Death Valley. Are you sure you have been there. Have you ever been to Utah, say Moab to the arches. Would you consider that all vast nothingness. It is mighty sandy and it is blistering hot in the summertime. Pure desert. I think you are ignorant about the desert in general and considering I live in one and for good reason you are offending me and hurting my one and only feeling.

please, don't ever pigeonhole a person. i write from my observations. i think of stereotypes as hypotheses that need to be disproved. why would you ever assume a poet would accept a stereo type as fact? isn't writing poetry about breaking through the mundane? argh! i gotta go to the farm and take a hot tub. and then maybe some naked volleyball.

Im sorry America is an amazing place i had never been somewhere where you can look in all directions and all you could see was dirty sand and where its so hot its almost unbearable - i try to give metaphors but obviously they are nit entirely accurate, i hoped u had not been to D.V so then all you have had was its steriotype.

If people are the only things you consider living, then sure. And if the the things people build are the only things you call objects, then yes it would be devoid of both. Thank god. But it is by no means lifeless and by no means empty. You were not perceptive enough.

he sent his dad the ultrasounds, and this was his reply.

ok ok ive got to love anyone who wears tweeds! im only teasing him anyway, plus naked volley ball sounds great but one shouldnt say they play it if they dont!