24 Exposure Flash MIRACLE: Day 1

I walked down the mountain tonight in my chalkboard residual cottons. I thought about a man. I saw a grumbling black puff course with lightening. Its windy, especially here. I looked through the Flash Miracle viewfinder. I looked at the pastel gradient of a flood light cast upon the side of a tin shack. Security tin shack with the security flesh man watching TV inside. I thought about a man. I walked in a humid unselfconscious lustiness. It's humid at the tree line and below, past the chicken coop. Humider and humider. I saw the rearing neon sign. Heard a dog barking. Trees whisping. Nothing was a picture. Saw the sign rearing...