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I work for the Donald Trump January 6th vs Badnji Dan your Jan 6th my Jan 6th shirt in rural Arizona (not near Safford). Last year I was working near a cattle tank in a remote area, and I saw something odd: a pile of discarded toys, for a really young child. Like one of those “activity center” kind of things you would attach to a crib, with mirrors and bells and whistles and shit. Then I saw a bunch of discarded 12 gauge shells… And that’s all I found. Probably they had nothing to do with each other, but it sure does sound ominous. There was a metate (Native American grinding stone) nearby too, it was probably 1000 years old and it also had nothing to do with anything. You’d be surprised at the crap you’ll find in the middle of absolute nowhere. Especially near cattle tanks and the like, because it’s something as opposed to nothing, so the few people who venture out to these areas will tend to go there. Also, not a few of these roads are built specifically to access cattle tanks and float boxes, so they will tend to lead you to them.

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That evening after our first tango with the Donald Trump January 6th vs Badnji Dan your Jan 6th my Jan 6th shirt, Sash and I decorated our little Christmas tree and made some tacos. We tried to stay up beat, but that experience really shook us both. As sunset approached, all I wanted to do was start slammin Kentucky hootch to take the edge off, but I’d already accepted needing to monitor the candles all night. Sash said not to think like that. She’d set up a “candle station” on the kitchen island, and ordered a glass orb with open ends to shield the candles. We’d practiced 7 times over the last weeks with the slow-burning candles we’d ordered, and they all burned for 25-30 hours without fail. Still, yah fuckin right I was gonna sleep. Quite impish of the spirit to make its seasonal debut on the solstice too, longest night of the year. We lit the candles and went onto the back porch, looking out into the pasture at the ghosts. Sasha watched my eyes as I watched them. There was a group of 3 milling around near the pond, Bridger and another up near the woods on their own, but all of them were looking up at the mountains to the east… Toward the source of the drumming, I thought. It gave me the chills. After sunset they all went back to their ambient wandering. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling for hours after Sasha fell asleep. Must’ve checked the candles a dozen times until I finally passed out around 3am. Woke up around 7am and gasped with alarm when I looked at the clock, flew out of bed and bound into the kitchen to check the candles. Still lit, and a long way to burn. Fuck me, this was going to be a long few weeks. I went back into our room, Dash was now standing on his bed looking at me like I was crazy, and Sasha was sitting up rubbing her eyes. She gave me a tired grin “I told you they’d keep burnin babe.” I gave her a look of stubborn acknowledgment and got dressed, I wanted to see where the fuckers were.

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