Flaming sandals ŵalk across the Los Angeles'
neighborhoods...His footprints sènd smoke and sparks flying, the Santa (satan) Ana winds whip up to hurricane force.

I'm trying to imagine how the rider's of the storm felt when they found out there is no insurance.
The beach boys hang 10 over the flames of tragedy
The wave over wave of sorrow.

Cumulo nimbus clouds of smoke and ash make no lightning much less rain.


The perfect storm



Invisible inc aka
Write of Passage aka
SøułSurvivør

Catherine Jarvis