tonight has been a good night. i have the new apartment all to myself and it is lovely. AND THE NEW ADDRESS IS: 319 laurel street apt.3 santa cruz, CA 95060. write it down, jot a note, put it in your heart. and the throbbing engine beats in time with your beating he-eartt.. ooh. eatin macaroni and sewin g and people watching to the limits ( Read more... )

the plumbing growls ( Read more... )

summer in santa cruz is a very specific feeling. it is also not much different than summer anywhere else. life is still life even if you move away. you still have to keep yourself amused, you still have to get all sweaty and lay around like a dog ( Read more... )

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not saying goodbye is always hard. my last day in novato was all shit and hellfire, so tired, running around like a dog with my tendons to their limits and the horrible moving man making jokes about the mexicans and those chinese. and battered women! its all so hillarious, isnt it? by days end our brains were mush and all we could do was fall ( Read more... )

cactus grandiflorus ( Read more... )

no more walking down novato streets wondering which ghosts are watching. no more loitering in the graveyard, waiting to be found, hiding from nogoodniks making noise and smoking drugs ( Read more... )

i opened up some junk mail, just to send a "remove" reply ( Read more... )

this post is dedicated to max steele ( Read more... )

i am in love with an old cat whose name is rat ( Read more... )