soy mochas, cuddling kitties, light rain, sprouting squash, but most of all ( Read more... )

poured coffee down my shirt, don't know what this music is, sounds like Elvis covering Lightnin Hopkins. the most nondescript-looking coffee shop in town has turned out to be the strangest. I automatically logged into this account without regard for my six or so others. taking this as a sign. take everything as a sign. life keeps whipping by.

To remain in a state of nonfucking
is an uphill battle
when matched against
a man with purefucking
on the brain.

Moved to the land of redwoods and ocean and fog and blond dreadlocks and marijuana haze. Cooked for Food Not Bombs yesterday. Busy from 2 to 8:30! Today... today today . . . hopefully poets on the plaza. mainly chillin'.

last night I went to a hippie party and stood on the lawn awkwardly rotating my water-glass of wine and inside saw myself in a mirror, pale and long-face with a red kerchief tied around my head. last night a woman walked through the front door and hugged a man for 10 minutes I'm not making this up, they shut their eyes and swayed to the jazz. and ( Read more... )

I have some fat zits on my chin, bro. Hey bro, this fat joint is hella stale bro.

bam bam bam

Grandpa says Easter was always a bad time for the Jews.

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no me siento bien.

jesus is looking at me through the window from a pamphlet slid under the screen door. there is also a paper that says "50$ off tax preparation." I don't know which is more obscene.