So, I lost my head a while ago. But you seem to...
fever ray + paint on wood it’s a good way to get happy. sadness sucks but it never lasts long.
somehow it was intensified by the heavy heavy rain or maybe it was because i had never been able to stare at something grotesque for so long, anyway this rabbit lay in the the road very dead and scattered around. it’s not like we were silent and thoughtful and nostalgic, what i mean is it wasn’t physically a cinematic-type of moment but i remember being transfixed and not understanding a word of...
in putnam connecticut some friends and i walked down the sidewalk (it was first friday so it was busy and kids were all over) and we came across some chalk drawings along with a bucket of chalk so we drew random things, me drawing a giraffe and a pig and “eat me” next to it. a lady sitting on a bench near us asks me “what possessed you to draw that?” i thought she was honestly intrigued so i said...
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and in spite of True Romance magazines...– Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman 1955-67