moving into the universe

August 26, 2016

Working from home is the new mullet: professional on top, pantsless on the bottom.

rising up above the earth

I am

June & July

balance beam parking lot

ghost sonic



stark st jungle


chirps of angel

charcandrick west

paint print


spider sunset

viva la

eagle eyes


astoria gold







gypsy tent

I am

a man on the moon

July 28, 2016

No one who wanted Bernie is happy that our party stuck us with Hillary. But we can tantrum about it and blame everything on it that happens (horrifically) after a republican is elected, or we can take what we get, roll up our sleeves, and get to work creating change at the state and local levels.

We can still push things forward with a democratic president, whether our little hearts and our just minds want her personally or not. It’s not like we’re going to forget what Bernie makes us feel, or stop holding that as our intention. Is it?

If one setback can break it out of us then we were only playing around with it in the first place. Don’t boo, vote. Don’t just vote president, vote city.

~Curtsey, end rant.

That is just how I feel.

I am

signed sealed delivered

July 28, 2016

It’s been you, too.


I am

Taped inside one of our new kitchen cabinets by a previous habitant. 

I feel better about my choices in general. 

I am

Stargazer lilies are growing wild in my neighbor’s yard. 

I am

Tonight I drove, not on purpose butjustcuz, past the old New Copper Penny, and I shouldn’t have.

Seeing it without its neon was like experiencing melody minus harmony. It was suddenly just this flat old building about to come down and I was just this old bitch with memories. I’ve never once ever gone down that street without basking in that hot pink glow and feeling this weird old treetown sense of…happening. Growth. Age. Potential and primordial slushy.

An OG is dead; long live the fancy shit. Some stuff is best left behind, I agree. Some stuff also was just there your whole damn life and it challenges your own sense of immortality, fragile at best at all times, when institutions greater and older and stranger than you go down. Is there a country for old men? Old songs? Old cars with engines like the dregs of a root canal?

I am 


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