Ketchup Chips

Tactile. Diverse. Less. Norris. Become. Became. Sex towel. Magnolias. Ferrari. JJJJJ
Jammin number one!!

Insufficient funds

"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.”

Summer heat.

Spinning your wheels

Ack!!! Finally, it smells of summer. Pimms, pot and old canvas. Life is good, especially in the sun.




Sigh!

Ride like the wind...

There's something about this time of year that makes me wanna hit the road. Hitchhike, ride the rails, eat beans outta the can, big rock candy mountain, whiskey, cheap motels, and lots of sun over the dry prairie down to mexico.
mmmhmmm



Let's split.

Defibrillated

Loosy Goosy goose-stepping. Although the dull grey of early spring doesn't allow for the romanticizing that sunshine and blue sky do, we know we're in for it. Soon it'll be nothing but short shorts...



and car rides...

selflessly indulgent.

God I miss making a scene at dances.

Dismantle, then reconstruct.

Buy it up, cruise by it, forget about it, re-visit it, lose it, loosen it, pawn it, read it, fuck it.
The weather's changes can cause all kinds of disturbances to your head space. Navigate slowly soldier.
Regardless, there is sunshine ahead.

Fate, up against your will...

Favorite make-out song.

My density has brought me to you.

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough

Saludos my pretties! Spring is springing! Holy Fucking Crap it feels good. Part of the problem with the North is the ungodly dark and cold. I say ungodly, but who knows, some monks live in darkness and silence believing suffering brings them closer to god. The best part of ungodliness? Hormones. Raging, burning, reminding you of the kind of delicious suffering only found in high school. Thanks spring!

Les gens sont fous

Talk talk talk. People sure can talk the talk, but when the rubber hits the road, it takes a superb person to live it out. So shut your face, get lost, or be great.

One thing leads to another!

So what, who cares? It's a new year! I'm gonna wipe the slate clean, wipe my sweaty pits clean, and dream up fun for 2010. Wanna join the fun?