when i sail back home to you
i know exactly just what to dooooo.

this is place where old ladies stand two long, iron-wraught balconies away and chat,
over the whole main street.
and where a little bar named orion sits plopped closest to my house.

just trying to wrap my mind around.

i fly back tomorrow morning. :)

http://www.superpoop.com/sp-archives/sparchive-sep08.php
the hot air balloon and animals heads and hoarding and nasa and british police go to hell and imaginary money...oh my gaaaad
ahahahhahahaa


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the lucid dream tomorrows
art films?:

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i come home to stocked fridges and warm plates
oh ya &,
14 bottles of Blue Moon
2 humungous bottles of Beringer
thx Ma!

i had one of those times, you know, the kind you feel between the day. like, you feel something farther, out of reach, something that is handed to you when you're trying and tired but feel beautiful too. like, open eyes. i'm healthy and it's the first time since the night i moved in and you have no idea how beautiful feels feel, how nice it is not ( Read more... )

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