We were hurtling through space, five of us living, each going to a separate and irrevocable fate.
nothing is what it seems to be...
Forever exists somewhere.
Do we always use our senses? And in all places? A graveyard guard, mute and deaf, wonders
Sometimes Mother Nature's most deadly gift is a child.
It's divine intervention.
SAVAGE REALISM FILMED BEHIND PRISON WALLS ! (original poster - all caps)
Meet Friendly, he's one helluva tough bird.
Thundering hoofs, flying fists, and crackling pistols...a holocaust of action in the West!