sunday isnt a day. minorly hungover and had my fill. i really dont understand the justification for subjecting myself the streets of popularity. it has broken sidewalks. excessively large gutters. and curb lights that shine shame.
at least i get good pictures from it. i get to have amazing conversation with really to die for people. long convo that seems to shed light on the parallels of us very intriguing albanites.
Two Things I Want To Do With A CANTALOUPE :
-put it in my chest for a heart.
-use it as a vagina.
Sgt Dunbar and the Hobo Banned .... the thing about time.
i hadnt heard them before i got this album. but i did hear the endless mixed reviews with no validity for my own opinion. finally, i can have one.
just for my adorning minimalist lovers out there. i like it. i really really like it.
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- a. marie
- chasing an inevitable end with no distinct date. what do we really know.
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