"In my line of work, faces run together like days of the week."
-me"There is only one Texas......He sits beneath one lone moon with a necklace of bullets, each bullet with a name on it. He reaches into his satchel hung to Montana's saddle, pulls out a list, checks it twice. His face takes the calm repose of a long-awaited dream as he inhales.The next day is reported a most curious phenomena: the simultaneous deaths of almost a hundred with ready-made, personalized bullet wounds. None of them saw it coming.He exhales with a face of still water."-Impossible Wax, eater of time
