FORMERLY ANNVILLE, TEXAS. 1:25PM.
ＡＮ ＡＣＴＩＶＥ ＧＲＯＵＮＤ ＺＥＲＯ is devoid of the age - old texan welcome; charred bone and scorched meat scattered about the wheat fields like 𝙿𝙾𝙾𝚁𝙻𝚈 - 𝙿𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝚄𝚉𝚉𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝙸𝙴𝙲𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙶𝙶𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝙸𝚃 an undesirable image of anti - godhood. “ 𝘑𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘚𝘜𝘜𝘜𝘚𝘚 ... how th’hell we gon’ figger out who’s who ? 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝘼 𝘿𝘼𝙈𝙉 𝙃𝙐𝙈𝘼𝙉 𝘽𝙊𝙈𝘽 𝙒𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙊𝙁𝙁 , SHIIIIIEET... i think i got some lady on m’shoe. goddammit. you alright there, sheriff ? UH, sher — - ”
❛ i called it, boyle. i says : you let a couple COLOREDS into town, make ‘em feel welcome. real nice - like while they go fuckin’ around —— - doin’ what they do best, 𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽' 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴'𝙰 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝚁𝚈 , ‘n i’m called crazy. ? WORLD’S CHANGIN’, BOYLE , and it’s gon’ be either us. or them... ❜
AN ARMY OF ARMED SCAVENGERS DISTURB A LACKLUSTER BURIAL SITE SWARMED WITH FLIES AND HOLY DESERTION. ❛ 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖. ❜
AMARILLO, TEXAS. 4:22PM.
ＡＲＴＩＥ＇Ｓ ＤＩＮＥＲ ． the mid - afternoon sun pours through the slits of half - strung up blinds. intoxication begets silence in bouts of regret and pain deep in the tortured curves of his stomach. a REQUEST , uttered in half - burps and groans is 𝘋𝘙𝘠 - 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘝𝘌𝘋 & drowning , in a pool of honey - comb whisky and 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 sting , that heat —— 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 ， unexplainable and SMOLDERING in a throat SCORCHED RAW WITH ALCOHOL ABUSE. ❛ JACK , on the rocks. ❜
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