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October 29, 2017

Justice has dropped her scales again Butterfingers

Tuna tins hit the floor

It is real now, 

this is our backyard.

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hit the last number

October 27, 2017

Blood rimmed toenails for Halloween.

hallow toes

Or, I finally took off the red polish.

I feel pretty all right

October 24, 2017

It’s the end of the world as we know it.


This is Mia’s new bud Ramona. The carpet is, if possible, even more disgusting.


Not insanely stoked:

Dear Goodwill & Universe: 

I love you.


Thanks bunches, from Me This Winter. This is the first warm, hooded winter coat I’ve had in my life that fits me like I believe a coat should: wide in the shoulders, generous in the hood, and exactly like a blanket everywhere else.

PS 

These motherfuckers though. These you should never have allowed to exist. Just saying.

the world got still

October 3, 2017

You got your wings.

I passed along the way

October 1, 2017

September

esas ventanas

pale death

no peopling

eagle eye

6000 ross

hippopotamus

veg.

anybody home

side street

whoops

colors

la otra mano

pencils

swans

mia

looking out

 

I feel like there’s a nuance of a certain type of devotion in a religious person, where they feel required not to enjoy anything on earth too much so as to avoid loving something as dearly as they love the promise of the good believer’s afterlife. 

This adds another matchstick to the bonfire of assurance I have going here that religions were all created by extremely insecure beings incapable of healthy relationships with control and humanity.

~just a little something for god’s suggestion box~

If you love something, let it love as many things as it can. Loving stuff here on earth is the most beautiful part of being here. Don’t try to keep it from loving things by promising better stuff to love later on. Jealous nutbag.