blood_red_moon birdmad Out of the movie theater and down among the darker reaches of the city streets, a little less than an hour or so after the incidence of gunshots. Scent of flowers whose names i don't know, murmur and roar of traffic in any given direction. Looking out to the east as the last parts of the sky fade into the muted purple of post-sunset moments. A shadow encroaching on the moon. And in the vague borders of those shadows, whose terminator lines are not as well defined because of their size i could see it. Night's eye turns blodshot and becomes a ruby against a darkening sky. By the peak of the eclipse, it was a small, bloody crescent like those that might be found cut into a tightly clenched palm. Eventually, night finished falling and i went home. 030516 ... PeeT more evidence of why the blather red trumpets sound forth:::::::: BRING BACK BIRDMAD! 130107 what's it to you? who go blather from