So I left work early for an art show that won’t happen until Friday (oops), but on the way I heard bagpipes and saw a rainbow, a turkey, and a very tiny frog.
So I left work early for an art show that won’t happen until Friday (oops), but on the way I heard bagpipes and saw a rainbow, a turkey, and a very tiny frog.
Some sketches of Nick Cave’s HERD•DAM
Just got back from the shop with a terminal diagnosis: “Your flywheel is super fucked.”
I loved this bike.
I am happy that she gave out next to a bus stop, while the catalpa was in bloom.
A pale waif of a soilder stands alone on the path, facing the creek. Black hair up, camo to the nines, head bowed and arms crossed, in prayer? She breaks pose to glance back as I blast by in flip flops and I feel like a clown.
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Sexy band camp.
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A construction worker with his face in the mud, grimacing, shoulder deep in an arm-sized hole, surrounded by anxious co-workers, reaching.
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More and more-exotic-looking birds than I remember. Exactly the same number of bugs, which is to say I was picking them out of my eyes.
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“Shit from shinola!”