stars don't exist here

-at a bus stop under the Lucile St overpass, Georgetown. I suspect he did not actually write this.
-shrapnel, Airport Way.
-Toby the eerily social tortoise.
-I'm gonna start a business and call it "Fuck-You Furniture." it will be inspired and modeled after inhospitable benches such as this.
-lizard eyes. god, I love the roof deck.
-I wonder how many people had to get thwacked before they made these signs. I LOVE WEIRDLY GRAPHIC WARNING SIGNS SO.
-you can't do more than you can do on
the sexy seattle metro. don't even fucking try it.

TODAY WAS REALLY GOOD!

soundtrack: brightblack morning light, "all we have broken shines." you're welcome.