Texas Has No System In Place, And

There’s No Way To Really Preserve A Person When They’ve Gone And That’s Because Whatever You Write Down It’s Not The Truth, It’s Just A Story. Stories Are All We’re Ever Left With In Our Head Or On Paper: Clever Narratives Put Together From Selected Facts, Legends, Well Edited Tall Tales With Us In The Starring Roles

Texas Has No System In Place, And What You Have Is Chaos.

We Only See Starlight Because All The Stars Are Bleeding.

Especially In Quail Hunting, Where The Hunter Is So Focused On The Bird That It Makes Everything Else Blurry. The Bottom Line In Terms Of Bird Hunting Is What We Call Shooting Zones.

It's A Stark Thought That When We Die Most Of Us Will Leave Behind Uneaten Biscuits, Unused Coffee, Half Toilet Rolls, Half Cartons Of Milk In The Fridge To Go Sour; That Everyday Functional Things Will Outlive Us And Prove That We Weren't Ready To Go; That We Weren't Smart Or Knowing Or Heroic; That We Were Just Animals Whose Animal Bodies Stopped Working Without Any Sort Of Schedule Or Any Consent From Us.