side 1 of LA Woman....cars hiss by my window. vinyl. never been so broke i couldn't leave town.
end of your blues....
end of your blues....
walked home from Yarmouth to Alpine....alphabet streets to paraphrase Prince. couple good tunes on that LP. warm week, lotta time on the bike. love that. starting to snow now....that's Colorado.
should i move to Tokyo? have the invite. not sure Japanese culture is my big giveaway. i've always seen it as Buenos Aires or Barcelona or Prague.
should i move to Tokyo? have the invite. not sure Japanese culture is my big giveaway. i've always seen it as Buenos Aires or Barcelona or Prague.
lotta ipa and brian jonestown massacre this afternoon.
cold. but, life is good in Boulder Colorado.....once again.
her name was suzuyo. now, sayori. i like her fhat. she's real.
cold. but, life is good in Boulder Colorado.....once again.
her name was suzuyo. now, sayori. i like her fhat. she's real.
on the rock where the devil goes to drink. polishing the mirror. cold water, swimming against the current and that japanese girl who walks like an autumn leaf falling from a tree and smiles. Boulder Trout September 2012.
the sound of the water is a gate.
the sound of the water is a gate.
it's gonna dancing with the stars cranked up with even more sexy bodies. no cared for a decade but the ad blast is in full swing this time round. the olympics that is.
it's some kind of weird exaggeration of the greek "severe"
style of sculpture ratcheted up with soft porn nudie pics of
"athletes" with all the false global village horseshit you can
shake a big stick tossed in the mix (with some rousing post-
Wagner soundtracks teaching us how to feel about the Human
Endeavor). marketing the last man turns out isn't so tricky
after all.
i think today i sit in my underwear, do some laundry, drink a
few beers and listen to Brian Eno records. maybe Kid A. I
like Kid A. take a nap before it gets too hot here in smolder
central. like i say, i pay for this mountain view from about
2 pm to 2 AM. hot. feels the linoleum is about to melt
underneath your feet when i get home from work at about 10 pm
most nights. but today, i am the heat brahmin. armed with some leftover chicken parm, a greek salad, a gallon of chilled mint tea, and some day old bagels i can't lose. i can win
this bitch. gold medal that shit if you will.
it's some kind of weird exaggeration of the greek "severe"
style of sculpture ratcheted up with soft porn nudie pics of
"athletes" with all the false global village horseshit you can
shake a big stick tossed in the mix (with some rousing post-
Wagner soundtracks teaching us how to feel about the Human
Endeavor). marketing the last man turns out isn't so tricky
after all.
i think today i sit in my underwear, do some laundry, drink a
few beers and listen to Brian Eno records. maybe Kid A. I
like Kid A. take a nap before it gets too hot here in smolder
central. like i say, i pay for this mountain view from about
2 pm to 2 AM. hot. feels the linoleum is about to melt
underneath your feet when i get home from work at about 10 pm
most nights. but today, i am the heat brahmin. armed with some leftover chicken parm, a greek salad, a gallon of chilled mint tea, and some day old bagels i can't lose. i can win
this bitch. gold medal that shit if you will.
update for my legion of followers....back in the professional kitchen this summer. kinda fun, skills coming back. hands are tough now again.
crazy life though always.
revisiting the kinks, red crayola, dewey redman this week on the winamp.
trying to the beat heat and fire in the microways here in Boulder. love that box fan. yaroo.
what we repent was at one time delicious.
crazy life though always.
revisiting the kinks, red crayola, dewey redman this week on the winamp.
trying to the beat heat and fire in the microways here in Boulder. love that box fan. yaroo.
what we repent was at one time delicious.
