a little bit of dis, dat , or d'udda
I've reached german expressionism. and the 20th century which is filled with "art" disguised as art disguised as "art".
I think we would have been perfect for each other in a cabin in big sur for a week but now i'm protected. like an endangered species.
I thought I had some Ansel Adams prints in my garage, but when i went to look all i could find was film, my bicycle (now covered in spiders webs) and my grandfather's entire house. Maybe I imagined the prints, but I swear there was an Edward Weston as well.
Now I'm imagining myself in a horse fair when I'm really in a creaky bed ontop of a dirty carpet next to some dusty blinds that are hiding an abandoned patio. why do i get the feeling i live in a haunted house?
I think we would have been perfect for each other in a cabin in big sur for a week but now i'm protected. like an endangered species.
I thought I had some Ansel Adams prints in my garage, but when i went to look all i could find was film, my bicycle (now covered in spiders webs) and my grandfather's entire house. Maybe I imagined the prints, but I swear there was an Edward Weston as well.
Now I'm imagining myself in a horse fair when I'm really in a creaky bed ontop of a dirty carpet next to some dusty blinds that are hiding an abandoned patio. why do i get the feeling i live in a haunted house?