January 2012
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Palm Springs
I wish I was in Palm Springs right now, wearing a bikini by the pool at the Coral Sands, reading a trashy magazine and drinking a margarita and eating some chips. I wish I was doing nothing but spreading oil on my legs and watching the sun move across the sky, the hot desert air pulling me into the water once in awhile.
Then when the sun starts to drop, hop in a hot shower and put on some...
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Bruce Wrighton.
the less you buy, the less you want.
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A true story about a deaf guy and a blowjob.
When I was in high school I had this beautiful blonde friend named Pam. I was the funny one and Pam was the hot one. We hung out all the time, rebellious and fearless. Not a good combination for a couple of teenage girls in Columbia Falls, Montana.
We would seek adventure and try anything twice: some dirty drug called Crank (which I’m pretty sure is just another name for Meth), acid...
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Is it just me, or is What Would You Do? the weirdest show on earth.
Essentially, they set up ridiculous scenarios with actors and set up hidden cameras to test the poor schmucks minding their own business and eating a goddam Reuben on a Saturday afternoon.
They let everything go on way too long so some tears are shed. They want these poor hapless victims to get so involved in this fake...
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Things that are awesome.
Taking a hot bubble bath with the lights off, the bathroom window open, listening to the rain. (I should be listening to Luther Vandross when I do this and sharing the tub with a sophisticated black man, but usually I’m too stoned to put any music on at all. I’ll attempt it, but get distracted and start writing lists or taking photos of myself posing with a jar of peanut butter and...
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Dear sky.
Quit being a fucking pussy and rain already.
No one cares about your dreams unless they're in...
But it’s nice when you dream of someone and in that dream you are able to say goodbye.
You are able to see they are slowly becoming a dot on the horizon.
People can seem so big in our lives, like boulders sitting in our chests.
And as time goes by, little by little, they begin to dissolve.
And soon, they are a dot on the horizon. They weigh as much as your 2nd grade teacher, or a boy you...
I take pictures of weird things.
Today is Christmas. I got a bunch of film back. Sheck it out.
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I didn’t know Hannibal Lecter likes Glenn Gould. :(