Cibola!
Bumpty-bump!
[M-O-O-N....that spells doom]
So much for “buy gold,” Fukushima, real estate bubble and asteroids, huh?
Laws, yes. :)
(I'm reading The Stand right now).
Laugh if you will, but I swore I saw the Walking Dude on a stage back on the night of November 4, 2008. It was his eyes gave him away - cold, dead and soulless behind a smile so superficial it could almost evaporate like ether. And I knew, too as his adoring crowd wept and cheered they had no real idea who this man might be, knowing as they did precisely nothing about him but the shimmering image each had concocted for themselves, composed of inchoate hope, release from responsibility, and a secret desire for unearned things.