From: kdotdammit	Date: April 5th, 2005 11:18 pm (UTC)		(LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

There's always something to see in the Sonoran desert. That's what's so cool about it. Today, I felt the wind, contemplated not running because it was so damn windy, but then the wind ended up being a blessing, blotting out all my thoughts, so I became nothing but wind. I guess that's what living in the desert does to you.

	From: frostedfuckhead	Date: April 6th, 2005 01:51 am (UTC)		(LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
	this is nice, i like it

the final image is quite effective.

i wonder about the lines: 'it has all hardened into act. the remainder penetrates our breath.' only because 'all' implies no remainder. perhaps i'm reading it wrong, as there is certainly room for another interpretation here.

but the image of choking on what remains of subtlety certainly is a great one.

keep em coming. i still have one to write tonight (i'm chilling a 22 of stone old guardian barley wine in preparation)