well water
my grandpa was a water witch, i am a chef.
i feel really tubular, cylindricaL.
OH MAN HERE GOES. HA,
WELL WHAT HAS HAPPENED THE PAST YEAR OR so : lots, thats what.
i lived in a canyon down by the river for one. jesus.
i shared a dorm room with a fifty year old toothless can buzzard that insisted on shaking my hand every five minutes to tell me that i was a " good guy".
my romanian neighbors kept flashing me and wearing realllly short shorts, like 1970 basketball short.
it was a hoot.
we had a company dance hosted by this anti queen mexican who reminded me of pedro in the old series the real world on mtv.
everyone was capsulated, encased in some demented sausage coating that i couldnt find a seam to.
my girlfriend at the time, tara, thought she was audry hepburn; she was infected with the hippie virus.
paul, little paul; he was from eugene, or; where i used to live . he was ready to drink whiskey.
he gave me some kind of clear spirit that if you drank too fast you went blind. it was smuggled in from the czech republic by..czechs.
you see everyone there was foriegn, and being from texas, i was as exotic as a blue string bean.
the russian girls are well...i love russia.
i was head edr cook, turned it all around.
got stuck in the moab desert for two days on the road to las vegas.
me and my manager.
i built a fire by the side of the road to keep myself busy..not a good idea.
desert= instant grass fire, who would of thought it.
well i didn't know that wax was flammable either.
i miss erika, think about the mathis dorm in cambridge, about being blind drunk in abar and waking up naked with her face frozen in horror.
oh memories, i fear them like the ghosts they are. only they can ruin my days if i let them haunt me as they do,
i've been doing research on this; watched the nightmare on elm street series; i'm on 3 & 4 tonight, should finish up part 5-6-7 by dawn.\\
i miss monday.
love,
sanje robert cheneau.
i feel really tubular, cylindricaL.
OH MAN HERE GOES. HA,
WELL WHAT HAS HAPPENED THE PAST YEAR OR so : lots, thats what.
i lived in a canyon down by the river for one. jesus.
i shared a dorm room with a fifty year old toothless can buzzard that insisted on shaking my hand every five minutes to tell me that i was a " good guy".
my romanian neighbors kept flashing me and wearing realllly short shorts, like 1970 basketball short.
it was a hoot.
we had a company dance hosted by this anti queen mexican who reminded me of pedro in the old series the real world on mtv.
everyone was capsulated, encased in some demented sausage coating that i couldnt find a seam to.
my girlfriend at the time, tara, thought she was audry hepburn; she was infected with the hippie virus.
paul, little paul; he was from eugene, or; where i used to live . he was ready to drink whiskey.
he gave me some kind of clear spirit that if you drank too fast you went blind. it was smuggled in from the czech republic by..czechs.
you see everyone there was foriegn, and being from texas, i was as exotic as a blue string bean.
the russian girls are well...i love russia.
i was head edr cook, turned it all around.
got stuck in the moab desert for two days on the road to las vegas.
me and my manager.
i built a fire by the side of the road to keep myself busy..not a good idea.
desert= instant grass fire, who would of thought it.
well i didn't know that wax was flammable either.
i miss erika, think about the mathis dorm in cambridge, about being blind drunk in abar and waking up naked with her face frozen in horror.
oh memories, i fear them like the ghosts they are. only they can ruin my days if i let them haunt me as they do,
i've been doing research on this; watched the nightmare on elm street series; i'm on 3 & 4 tonight, should finish up part 5-6-7 by dawn.\\
i miss monday.
love,
sanje robert cheneau.