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So the buddhist went up to the hot dog vendor and said, “Make me one with everything.”
Iceland, where my heart is
I feel I have perhaps reached adulthood?¿?¿ because today I was very keenly browsing ergonomic pillow offerings online
This is the kind of thing my mother sends me.....
A few shots from today.
I found a bunch of old CDs and played one, an Elvis Presley Greatest Hits album, while driving today. I used to listen to that album with my dad in his truck when I was little and upon playing it I immediately remembered the smell of the truck interior and the texture of its upholstery. Funny how memories are all bundled up like that.
Burning the candle at both ends this week! But it feels good to be busy...or is that the caffeine pumping through my veins?
This is from Moonstone Beach.
Arcata, CA
#1 band to weep to 10/10
I’m reading The Electric Kool Aid Acid Test and am in awe of Tom Wolfe’s writing. It’s absolutely explosive, the energy he packs into all his descriptions - listen to this:
Like most of San Francisco, Harriet Street is a lot of wooden buildings with bay windows all painted white. But Harriet Street is in San Francisco’s Skid Row area, and despite all the paint, it looks like about forty winos crawled off in the shadows and died and turned black and bloated and exploded, sending forth a stream of spirochetes that got into every board, every strip, every crack, every splinter, every flecking flake of paint.
Thinking about Esja
My flophhouse corner in J’s new apartment
In the “Community Forest”
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Moonstone Beach, CA