head pulled from ass

the poetry of razor wire!

a random wall in ballard.

i was in illustrious thurston county a few days ago. it is a berg of nasty memories i am trying to reclaim as pleasant present-day moments. stomping through melting snow at defunct-olympia-brewery-#2 is one such way.

the original brewery, circa 1898, is far more badass, but there was still about a foot of snow on that drive, and my feeble lower-48 car balked.
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my hood.

fremont. in one of the stores i saw a magnet that had a '50s woman beamingly cradling two cocker spaniel puppies. "they're small and soft, just like my ex!" i laughed loudly in the middle of the quiet shop. and left. without buying anything. to take this picture.

you know what this is.

heavy rainier parking lot.

my issues with life, seattle, etc, have been directly addressed. it isn't seattle. when i was asked "so if you met someone in anchorage and they said, 'let's move to seattle', what would you say?" and i immediately replied "yay! i love seattle! let me show you cool shit!" i realized where my brain was. and today, god DAMN. today was like an abusive lover whispering "i love you, baby. let's never fight again." today was gorgeous and great.
seattle is a fucking temptress. no, let me rephrase that: seattle is a brooding mecurial bitch, but when she smiles at you, you feel like the only lovestruck fool in the room.