boxterjulep

Every plan this past weekend fell down, down, down, down, down and here I am stranded waiting for the next set of mishaps and excuses from the sappers and the soul benders taking my caffeinated motivation and dicing it up to be fed to sessions of hovering chain-smoking meditations. Is it getting harder to breathe or am I just forgetting to breathe? I hate when that happens. the world will eventually go flat when all the air sucked out of it, this I know.

tonight i will videotape empty streets under orange lights. testing, testing, 1, 2, 3. loads of fun...