The Desert
It's not sterile.
The blue of the desert sky
Dry
Crystalinne
But that's not it.
It's so fucking alive.
There is all this life.
People not from here – they say, look all this emptiness; we could put solar panels all over this and . . . What? Put the whole fucking eco-system into shade? In the morning it's as humid as Connectictut, 59%, for like two hours. The whole fucking underside of everyone of those antennas would be dripping. Four hours later its 10 %. But then it'd all be in shade.
Do you know how many fucking animals are living out there?
Horny toads, snakes, foxes, coyotes, lizards, Road Runners (yeah they're real), scorpions, tarantulas.
It's not fucking empty.
It's fucking full.
Every damn inch of it is alive.
It's like saying, oh well shit it's all fucking pines man, who needs them?
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