L’shana tova to all the tribe members out there. Get yourself inscribed before you wreck yourself.
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L’shana tova to all the tribe members out there. Get yourself inscribed before you wreck yourself.
- Shin, 1, left, barked
- Toe, 1, right little ‘un, broken(?)
- Glass, 1, stemmed, placed on table with force, shattered
- Shirt, 1, cotton, absentmindedly used to open grenadine
- Tequila, reposado, not dead yet
Hunting down a bookshop that’s breaking street date by five days? One of the highlights of the week.
Overheard conversation:
- Then a K9 cop came down the aisle while the train was between stations.
- Guess they were looking for bombs. Or drugs.
- Probably not drugs.
- Liberals. Must’ve been a liberal sniffer.
A while back I stumbled on [...]
Melatonin: peyote for the over-the-counter crowd.
Another dream: backyard of the row house, a yellow boombox (single cassette deck and broken) with orange extension cord snaking away. It smells like the beach.
Photo taken over two years ago, rediscovered while clearing out files when I should’ve been packing. No joke: squirrel in a sombrero.
Also, an otherworldly thingamadoodad in the sky:
Furthermore, a dream: eating flowers, on fire.