Okay, you do know how wonderful this is, don't you?

This is where my brain gave up all higher function.

Benton hoisted himself from the lake and shook like a husky, splattering water all over the rocks.

Guh.

And this made me laugh.

Here I am, staring at the Eighth Wonder of the World, and all I can think to do is cover him up with graffiti.

And this was just a wonderful image.

He didn't care if the dance wasn't a real Indian dance. Or if the guy wasn't a real Indian. Or if the whole fucking town folded up at night into a big vinyl suitcase.

And, and, and--I could go on and on. Wonderful work, just wonderful.