Pulling heavy Joshua trees, from that burned out boulder, was a warm up.
Range ancestors, knew Landers’ was lacking unparalleled air quality. So they moved under a giant rock. The gust of blowing hot sand, kept them isolated.
The iced cafe latte arrived and left them broke. They fell off the second green screen. Stumbling around, until the resilient Cloud Agents deployed patches of apple flavored Ivermectin, amongst the fresh Red Spanish Yucca. This place was a film destination. Let’s face it, the healing from a sound bath, was the product of Western Thigh Chap.