... the explosion let out when we closed the car door. he sped backwards on one way streets running stop signs all the way. i giggled a scream as genuineness flowed out and kindness seemed the core ( Read more... )

i kept thinking this feels like a movie- The Protagonist's Potential in real time.
(no way."this seems amazing. this is what i want. any second i'm going to break and rush of wonderful will surround us ( Read more... )

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( there were cops, puppies, flying fish, and choo choo trains )

( drunken dreamland )

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Old 3rd Street Drive-In (now a flea market):


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nic and i made these last night. the other time i made them was the night before leaving for seattle with mark, jen, and andy and with an added banana. both times they were way good.

ingredients:

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a potato chip is born, i suppose, at the potato chip farm. once a chip's ripe but still young, it's picked and placed into a bag and sealed along with all the others eager for their next step in young chip life. all salty and tasty, young potato chips bounce around in camaraderie as they are shipped from place to place in their cozy bag. they go on ( Read more... )

some digital photographs of the new christmas lights (my real cameras were stuck freezing in my car at mca and i was a little drunk and unable to retrieve them).

( this heart's on fire )