-earlier today. I am fucking filthy in this photograph. there is occasionally great pleasure in being knowingly foul. my skin tasted like salt. I checked.
-more rooftivity. accompaniments: yo la tengo, engineers, brian eno. I'm drinking whiskey and ginger ale out of a brandy snifter. there aren't even any clouds in the sky to turn pink once the sun sets; the radio towers directly behind me are starting to blink, and birds are starting to wake up and make noise.
heat changes the rhythm. I love it. I am sunburned as fuck right now because I'm storing up for the winter. I will think about this lackadaisical bare-skinned freckly summer of 2012 when it's relentlessly grey and throat-slashingly vile, circa January 2013.
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