Dodgers. Dancing. Echo Park. Red Line. Blue Line. Coffee. Burritos. Beers. Dry-rheea. Mind Expansion. The perfect pushup. 30 doobies. Sunset Swims. Coffee. Gas. Wine. Goons of Doom. Punching myself in the balls...twice. Ice. Home.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
It's real. No hand crafted halogens....Yes! Wait..Traffic. Email. Smog. Concreate love machine smiling sadly with broken down hearts and overheated Chevrolet trucks. Orange vested humans demanding my future. Red means go and green means stop. Solar powered towers provide me a means to and end...as if I don't know already. The steel soldiers keep rubber dancing long enough till I arrive at my self inflicted cell...don't know if I'm dead or dreaming.