dirty cowgirl
alright get you head outta the gutter..i'm talking about cowgirl dust..let me paint a picture for you... imagine if you will
a lone rider racing thru the unsettled terain of the wild young west...her chaps are worn and muscles are sore from months of hard riding... day in and day out she rides..stopping only to satisfy the needs of survival..her speed keeps the wind blowing her tangled wIld hair behind her and a cloud of dust billowing as high as she perched on her mare.. no one knows her location.. no one sees her exhaust both beast and beauty.. the only witness to her run is the dust chasing behind her... a town rises from the mirages she viewed as her future... faster she urges her horse.. she could get filled in the town...she could satisfy those needs otherwise denied alone in the desert... rapidly she enters the single road town... she urges her horse to the nearest horse stand.. the mare obeys and suddenly stops.. rearing up in a final show of stamina and strength...the dust.. the faithful follower.. patient watcher finally catches the females and engulfs them..the dust fills their hair and covers their faces and eyes...
I HATE GETTING DIRT IN MY EYES AND DUST DISGUSTS ME
