by the steamy early July rain.
But does the sudden influx of gunpowder and nitrites
into the atmosphere precipitate the rain?
Or does the Great Water-Calling Dragon of the Sky--
try to vanquish the Great Fire-Spitting Toad of the Earth?
Of course I love the smell of gunpowder in the evening.
It makes us feel...different. Don't tell me you don't inhale.
I found your site via Charlie's. I can tell by just the imagery of this post that you're a person whose aesthetic sensibility I can grok.
Thanks Ray, I grok that you grok my schlock.
Heh. Next time I'll progress from Heinlein to P.K. Dick catch phrases.
I saw your portfolio site. I really like the work. I've been drawing almost totally in brush and ink (or their digital equivalents). I'm just starting into color work. Real inspirational stuff.
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