The Cloud Manufacturer

The Cloud Manufacturer, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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It's not an oil pump or a water pump. It doesn't drill anything so that leaves only one thing. It's a cloud maker. It manufactures all the desert clouds here in the Coachella Valley and Palm Springs.

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In The Desert, No One Can Hear You Scream

In The Desert, No One Can Hear You Scream, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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and Thank Gawd because I was a mile and half down a dirt road, hands waving in the air, screaming before I realized this thing wasn't real. I came around the corner and saw it standing there at the hole in the wall and the slight breeze made it move. Who knew my voice could get so high! I didn't put it there nor did I take it. I left it for the next poor unsuspecting soul to come around the corner and find it floating in the breeze.

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Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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I wander through these clouds of dark with my hands in front of me as I search for a ray of light. With every step I take, the darkness gets colder but my hopes of finding it one day keeps me warm. I stumble and fall into the dirt below me and stand myself back up as my tears run rivers through the mud. I will find that elusive ray of light I know exists, I feel it in my tired bones. One day my hand will break free into a warm, sunny day and be able to pull me out in to the sunshine I long for. So yes, I lay me down to sleep and give these weary bones a rest. But my soul is mine, it's not to take, it's journey not yet done. Tomorrow will come and once again I will awake to search for the light I know exists.

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#AfterDark

#AfterDark, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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As the clouds cover the full moon of October, a hand reaches out from the rocks and rubble scattered across the ground. It pulls, pushes, and drags itself out of the cold hole it slept in. The creature stands in the black of night, yawns, scratches it rear, burps, then heads to the shower to get ready for a night of dining on the town.

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With One Delicate, Gnarled, Hairy Little Hand

With One Delicate, Gnarled, Hairy Little Hand, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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A long time ago, in a Galaxy Far Far Away ... Huh, wrong story? Sorry, Anyway, a very long time ago, I was in a Second Hand store standing at a table full of stuff. As I stood there, flinging things to the left and to the right, digging through the table, I was politely asked to leave by a seven foot tall man wearing a Cat in the Hat costume and several of the things I had just flung. Pretending not to have heard, I proceeded with the flinging. With one delicate, gnarled, hairy little hand, he reached out and grabbed the back of my collar and flung me towards the front door. As I flew head over heels past the front counter, my eye caught glimpse of a small ceramic Halloween candle holder. It was old, chipped, peeling and scratched but I wanted it. Still in the air and not quite to my destination of the front door, I yelled back, How much for the ugly thing? He glared at me through half the stores contents that was draped or stuck to him that I had flung. Not you, I yelled back as I quickly approached the door still in the air, the OTHER ugly thing behind the counter. And that's when his 5'2" wife popped up from behind the counter, took out her teeth and Yelled Five Dollas! That's when I hit the door which apparently swings in cause it didn't budge.

Eventually I payed some strange man lurking around the windows of the shop outside five dollas ... er Dollars to go in and purchase it for me. It took him over TWENTY minutes to buy it and when he finally came out, he needed another five bucks.

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With One Delicate, Gnarled, Hairy Little Hand

With One Delicate, Gnarled, Hairy Little Hand, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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A long time ago, in a Galaxy Far Far Away ... Huh, wrong story? Sorry, Anyway, a very long time ago, I was in a Second Hand store standing at a table full of stuff. As I stood there, flinging things to the left and to the right, digging through the table, I was politely asked to leave by a seven foot tall man wearing a Cat in the Hat costume and several of the things I had just flung. Pretending not to have heard, I proceeded with the flinging. With one delicate, gnarled, hairy little hand, he reached out and grabbed the back of my collar and flung me towards the front door. As I flew head over heels past the front counter, my eye caught glimpse of a small ceramic Halloween candle holder. It was old, chipped, peeling and scratched but I wanted it. Still in the air and not quite to my destination of the front door, I yelled back, How much for the ugly thing? He glared at me through half the stores contents that was draped or stuck to him that I had flung. Not you, I yelled back as I quickly approached the door still in the air, the OTHER ugly thing behind the counter. And that's when his 5'2" wife popped up from behind the counter, took out her teeth and Yelled Five Dollas! That's when I hit the door which apparently swings in cause it didn't budge.

Eventually I payed some strange man lurking around the windows of the shop outside five dollas ... er Dollars to go in and purchase it for me. It took him over TWENTY minutes to buy it and when he finally came out, he needed another five bucks.

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Throwing Pumpkins

Throwing Pumpkins, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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I caught this tree throwing pumpkins at Trick or Treaters last year. It would bowl them over and steal there candy. So I did what any good citizen would do ... I made a deal for 30% of the haul not to tell. Anybody know a good dentist?

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