Friday Saturday and Sunday were spent acting like a kid for old times sake. The days were sunny and we hopped around the city like hooligans. At nights I am completely entranced by the magic bullet infomercial, and the longer I gaze upon the screen the harder it is to pry away from the bad actors who mix chicken, oranges and broccoli together to make a delicious drink. Besides that I've been spending a lot of quality time with my doggie while sitting in the window listening to cursive, bright eyes and Aesop rock. The bass cello in dryspell sends me into a dizzy sleep where I dream in mellow colors that are accompanied with dry conversations.
You said you had repetitive dreams about the image of the old bearded man on my shirt, but until I can squeeze the courage from my shaky bones to steal your soul, I'm better off on the shady side of the tracks.
I may be a bit of a photo junkie, but I say I capture the best moments.
fuck ljcuts.