One of the many little covered caves dug into the rocks along the river.


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Though struggling with zany French keyboards, I manage to pick my steady way and the soft sound of their clicking is satisfying to my tired ears ( Read more... )

Stumbling home tonight, I picked up an unexpected visitor:


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Again these same dreams have come, and I wake drenched in cold sweat, not from fear or anger or any sadness ( Read more... )

Icarus did not die in the fall ( Read more... )

Tonight while going down a main street in town, I came up neck-in-neck with the most fantsastic sight I've seen in a long while ( Read more... )

There are times, in the dry, slanted heat of a late Friday afternoon, that this quaint and cultured town gives way to the lush green of a million new leaves, the light glows gold, the shadows dance upon warm pavement, pocked and dotted with discarded gum, and I can almost believe that I am somewhere else. Some half-dilapidated industrial town in ( Read more... )

So,
all previous thoughts of mean-spirited and negative nature are cancelled out by


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Tonight, all things technological toy with me, and I hate them for it ( Read more... )

San Quentin looks lovely in the sunset.

I watch over Charles Manson in his sleep.  Or maybe he watches over me in mine.


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