Furry purry #scuzzy
The Durango-95 purred away real horrorshow ó a nice, warm vibraty feeling all through your guttiwuts. Soon it was trees and dark, my brothers, with real country dark. We fillied around for a while with other travelers of the night, playing hogs of the road.
Then we headed west, what we were after now was the old surprise visit, that was a real kick and good for laughs and lashing of the ultra-violent.
One thing I could never stand is to see a filthy, dirty old drunkie, howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and going blerp, blerp in between as it might be a filthy old orchestra in his stinking rotten guts.
I could never stand to see anyone like that, whatever his age might be, but more especially when he was real old like this one was.
There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie and Dim and we sat in the Korova milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening.
The Korova Milk Bar sold milkplus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.
Let’s go to work
No matter the odds, the fight against the inhumane never ends.
Couple of water related photos. First is the Falkirk Wheel seen from the visitor centre. Second is a wee boat moored off the Culross coast in Fife.
Been experimenting with shape/form/geometry of late.