" She asked him what he was doing so far from the highway, and he answered truthfully that he was looking for peyote."

Remember .............

I was walking down the street one day, In the merry, merry month of May.....

Took a pleasant little stroll in the mountains today.......

The US Government's War on Cameras

Who will watch the watchers? In a world of ubiquitous, hand-held digital cameras, that's not an abstract philosophical question. Police everywhere are cracking down on citizens using cameras to capture breaking news and law enforcement in action.

Reason.tv

Something to think about.....

Some people call the city a ‘concrete jungle’ — but jungles aren’t like that. Animals in jungles aren’t overcrowded. And overcrowding is the central problem of modern city life. If you want to look for crowded animals, you have to look in the zoo. And then it occurred to me: The city is not a concrete jungle — it’s a human zoo.”

Desmond Morris

A.C.A.B.

Hmmmmm....with a little inspiration from this Post
and some guidance from Strange Reaction......

Frisco Ghost Town

Frisco, Utah was an old mining town in the late 1800s. At its peak, the town’s population was about 6,000 people, mostly miners and their families, and an 1879 directory lists 33 businesses with services, which included eight saloons. Today almost nothing remains but some foundations and a cemetery, but it’s the reputation of this place that led me to seek it out.

You see, Frisco was one of those old west towns like you see in the movies. The streets running though the town had more than twenty saloons, brothels, and gambling houses. It also had the reputation of being a very dangerous place to be. All kinds of crime ranging from muggings to murders happened on a daily basis. So much so, that the town hired a marshal from Nevada and told him to “clean up the town.” Legend has it that they offered to build him a new jail, but he declined saying “don’t need no new jail.” Legend also has it that he then proceeded to kill six men that same night as a warning to all the outlaws that indeed shit would not be taken. Just like in the movies.

In 1885 a cave-in of the main condemned the town. Once the collapse sealed in the biggest and most profitable mine in the area, the town began to dwindle. By the turn of the century, only a handful of businesses still remained, and by the 1920s, Frisco was a ghost town.

The Sky's Gone Out

The Sky's Gone out is a tale of alienation in the modern industrialized world, that dampens the very things that give life to a soul. The world is becoming a machine, both in it's mechanical presence and the way in which we live our lives within it. Culture, nature and purpose are being replaced and eradicated.......is it too late?

It took the rest of the night to comprehend how such a polite gathering

could have deteriorated to such a catastrophic orgy of recriminations and violence......

We have now sunk to a depth at which restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men.