I rode my bicycle a bunch today. I intended to go to the store to get some water but they were closed so I decided to ride around downtown (tucson is even more vacant on Memorial Day), then then things stretched farther and farther until my impromptu goal was A Mountain. Well, apparently it's called Sentinel Peak. "A Mountain" is just a dumbed down ( Read more... )

It's so pitiful. You can see that birds and worms don't get along ( Read more... )

Things which you've been without for a while are so much better when you come into contact with them again. For instance:


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my stomach walls feel this:


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Startling revelations. Most of the things I utter are uttered in a mumbling sort of way. This leads me to believe that I'm speaking too low for others to hear me. Recently, I've realized that I'm not speaking too low to others, but rather too loudly to myself. Most of the conversation that is had by myself on any given day occurs to myself, so ( Read more... )

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Ennui has made me curious as to if I should re-sign up with MySpace, as a return to the social crutch that is the Internet. Been opting out of life for a while, opting for more sleep, I guess ( Read more... )

post script: also, here is a video of Auberge le Mouton Noir

Do Make Say Think, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways ( Read more... )