"To the end of the Earth I'll search for your face, the one who laid all of our beauty to waste."

Feb 06, 2015 13:31

Somehow, in the past thirty-two hours or so, I've become that kid from summer camp. You know the one. The kid who somehow manages to get poison ivy, after spraining their ankle, after the run in with the leeches and the yellowjackets, after the squirrel attack, after slicing their hand open during the woodworking class where we learned to make bird ( Read more... )

antony and the johnsons, my damned feet, jvp, beer, snow, "the cripple and the starfish", "the cats of river street (1925)", pain, camels, the west wing, woodstock, titles, cooper lake, mountains

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Big toe blues kiki60 February 7 2015, 16:56:11 UTC
I think part of evolutionary function of the big toes, is to smash them. Limping around for a few weeks keeps us grounded. Lovely scenery, I live on a hill next to river. Ever day on my walks, I look down on a cute little town, and have a beautiful sunset. I would trade it all for another zero on the end of my yearly income. Honesty, thanks for the photos.

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esanko February 8 2015, 03:10:37 UTC
I am a licensed Veterinary Technician and during my large animal training a 300 lb Alpaca stepped on my big toe. Almost popped it like a grape. Yow. I still got the blood draw. It was supposed to be jugular but I over penetrated and ended up with bright red oxygenated blood from the Carotid. Holy fuck. Animal lived, all good. They did have parasites. Rescue Farm. Toe hurt. Never mind.

Indica.

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esanko February 10 2015, 06:42:16 UTC
Yeah smashed toe, plus the release of your second Best Of,plus the whole, I'm sorry, TOE TREPANATION. Holy fuck, woman. Power drill. Stop fucking around.

I am re-reading Breed by Chase Novak in preparation for reading Brood, the follow-up. Pretty twisted.

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