i love hot bread rolls

being.

just enough.

to make sense.

the length of your recovery is determined by the extent of your injuries.

comedy.

left right left.

“One could say, exaggerating only slightly, that the hipster moment did not produce artists, but tattoo artists, who gained an entire generation’s arms, sternums, napes, ankles, and lower backs as their canvas. It did not produce photographers, but snapshot and party photographers: Last Night’s Party, Terry Richardson, the Cobra Snake. It did not produce painters, but graphic designers. It did not yield a great literature, but it made good use of fonts. And hipsterism did not make an avant-garde; it made communities of early adopters.” mark greif

silent whispers in hour-less time, for so long the landscape disappears. i watch without words, i hear without scent. today the morning rain, fell. i watched its fall, and turned away. too much noise I knew, i dreamed. the sky was dark, but somewhere I knew of light. forever was yesterday begun, and left me softly smiling. indeed.

yup.

paying 190 bucks to be told you’re right. awesome.

new wheels happy.