dreaming biking weedsmoke biking sleeping dreams, what hurts most is that he probably threw out our mobile on his way to west virginia.

Yes, I have the derring-do to walk around dirty little tea shops hoping to entice a fine lady by casually revealing the new edition of Direct Magazine (a subscription only national business/marketing publication) where I hold a dog bone with paranoid - almost lascivious zeal as a visual representation of a news story on postage stamp hikes! What a ( Read more... )

okay so while you're doing that i'm going to bike home and soak my ingrown toenail and force myself to cry to clean out my infected tear duct then ice my swollen ankle and lie awake with my dying rat on my chest.

I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine

although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you'd be proud of

these animal biproducts sure make my hair shine.

here i come.

tonight i checked a lot of things off the list. i got a burgerville milkshake, made gender role patches (finally), gave kinkos a visit, came upon a holiday concert, vegan buscuits and gravy, gave jess an amazing haircut, someone else's laundry, another list of things to do ( Read more... )

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lordy, lordy loved him

yacht and the thermals playing for free tonight, i'd go just to see no culture icons, but my weekend is booked so i have to stay in and write about bathrooms ( Read more... )