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Now the stillness was complete. The watchers on the rim, heard the croon of a mourning dove.They heard the hoot of an owl, the cries of little binds retiring to sleep. The great golden light of the setting sun streamed across the sky, glowing upon the mountains. Almost all the country within their view was roadies. uninhabited, a wilderness. They meant to keep it that way. They sare meant to try. Keep it like it was.
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Harrison Bickham
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“The wilderness once offered men a plausible way of life,” the doctor said. “Now it functions as a psychiatric refuge. Soon there will be no wilderness.” He sipped at his bourbon and ice. “Soon there will be no place to go. Then the madness becomes universal.” Another thought. “And the universe goes mad.”
— Jul 26, 2026 09:04PM
Harrison Bickham
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Following the sparks upward they saw the stars turning on in staggered sequence-emeralds, sapphires, rubies, diamonds and opals scattered about the sky in a puzzling, random distribution. Far beyond those galloping galaxies, or perhaps all too present to be seen, lurked God. The gaseous vertebrate.
— Jul 26, 2026 08:43PM
Harrison Bickham
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Do you realize what the land developers are doing to what's left of our open spaces? Do you know that Albuquerque-Santa Fe-Taos will soon become one big strip aty The same for Tucson-Phoenix? Seattle to Portland? San Diego to Santa Barbara? Miami to Saint Augustine? Baltimore to Boston? Fort Worth to-"
"They're way ahead of you,"
— Jul 26, 2026 08:07PM
"They're way ahead of you,"
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The bladder aches. The highway is silent and deserted. Maybe the world has already ended. Time to tap a kidney, release that bever-age. Hayduke unzips and sends a four-hundred-foot arc of filtered Schlitz pouring down through space to the master stream below. No sacrilege—only a quiet jubilation. Bats flicker in the shadows of the canyon. A great blue heron flaps upriver. You're among friends now, George.
— Jul 21, 2026 08:48PM
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If you don't drink, don't drive. If you drink, drive like hell. Why? Because freedom, not safety, is the highest good. Because the public roads should be wide open to all—children on tricycles, little old ladies in Eisenhower Plymouths, homicidal lesbians driving forty-ton Mack tractor-trailers. Let us have no favorites, no licenses, no goddamn rules for the road. Let every freeway be a free-for-all.
— Jul 21, 2026 08:44PM