Judy Messoline owned a plot of land that was used by spotters to watch for UFOs. It is located in the desert and the lack of light pollution gives you clear visibility into the night sky.
She ultimately opened that plot of land up for public use and now it serves as a UFO Watchtower. She set up an observation tower, campground, and gift shop and embraced the extraterrestrial enthusiasts and UFOlogists.
The site has a rock garden and healing garden and not one, but two energy vortexes. There are sculptures of two giant aliens and Bigfoot. Messoline is an artist so she does all of this herself.
Many people claim to have seen UFOs in the area. If you let Messoline film you telling your story of an experience with a UFO sighting she’ll give you a free UFO-themed Frisbee.
I mean, they’re a people with ancient traditions including storytelling as a major part of it, who were absolutely fucked up by invading English who banned their language and customs.
“I stayed in this hut in Finnish Lapland on an island in middle of a frozen lake while I hunted for Aurora Borealis. This cozy place was more than I could ever need.”
I’ve noticed that whenever I express my anger about something, people around me are visibly frightened. It’s frustrating. Just once I’d like to see someone nod, understand.
Hi tumblr.
It’s been a long time but I think I’m as alone as I ever was.
Cool.
You got rid of the porn though, so why am I even here?
It’s been too long since I reposted this. I am this burger. This burger is me. Behold, my naked soul
Bout that time, eh chaps?
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Is it bad that I feel a stronger kinship to this video of a burger on a windshield more than almost everyone I’ve ever met? I mean, it’s just always been there for me, through the years. I know can trust it.
