naja_haje

The calm before the storm...

I dressed as a diseased liver for Halloween. Some people have no sense of humor. Apparently I looked more like a homeless man with elephant titus of the balls.

But, I can guarantee no one will remember any of the cute faerie or devil costumes.

I'm wearing a silver pinky ring engraved liebe.

Every nerve in my gut is chanting a slow steady chorus of doubt.

Irony is such an asshole sometimes. He had her give me a ring of love that fit perfectly. So snug in fact that it refused to yield when I tried to remove it.

white knuckle...

Pumpkin Patch is still lurking around. He's always very clean. Perfectly combed hair and wrinkle free wife-beater. Doll positioned with her arms reaching out and her legs perpendicular to her back.

A dude with straggly unkempt hair, a horrific goatee, and a complexion darkened more by grease and dirt than the sun, told me that Pumpkin Patch was freakin' him out.

All friendly banter has...
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There is a guy that frequents my work that drives an orange van with "Pumpkin Patch" painted on the side. Sitting in his drivers seat is a doll that has been mounted on a child's booster seat / pedestal.

It is the creepiest thing ever, his little voodoo doll. Maybe it holds the soul of his dead wife.

I wonder if he talks to it...
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Beach.

I am not a fan of country music, but I respect good musicianship. Last night In a little dive bar in NOPO a fair skinned, doe-eyed beauty sat in with Elvis and Bill Clinton's brother and sang her way into our hearts and my loins.

Surrounded by the grizzled, the disfigured, the salt of the earth, she descended from heaven and slid her soul down...
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Today is the perfect day to pull all the blinds and be a cave dweller. It is fucking hot out and the air is hazed with pollution. I think I'll go see a movie.

must. re. hydrate.

Apparently Portland is getting gay with the prez today. I wonder what percentage of a president's time is spent talking about what they are going to do verses...
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Ladies and gentelmen, the great Buddy Rich.

BR-You guys are gonna be back in New York on the bread line so fast you won't even know that you were on this fuckin' band. How dare you play a fuckin' set like that. Since when did the fuckin' trumpet players become the leader of this fuckin' band and decide how long they're gonna hold a chord?...
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