Red dust is a truly noble thing, perhaps the most honest and noble of all things: fertile vivid and covering everything lizards and kings alike. Apocalyptic like a rebirth makes me want to order 10 yards of priestly robing and preach between oncoming traffic about the end of days till some starving orphan child magically transforms into that winged beast from revelations and tears my blaspheming flesh till it mingles into the dust.
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