-Royksopp, the Zombies, Ray Charles, Camper Van Beethoven, and the aforementioned Cat Stevens bolus.
-sautéed spinach and mushrooms. licorice allsorts. tea with cream. white negronis.
-blackalicious opening their set with "alphabet aerobics" and encoring with "smithzonian institute of rhyme."
-downpours, windstorms, sunshine, live greenery, a place on Fremont Ave selling "Charlie Brown Xmas trees."
-Silly Putty.
-"Every time I hear someone like Elton John on the radio, I wonder if they're playing him 'cause he died."
-my apartment smells like: cucumber cleaner. burnt kale. Dove soap. amber incense. cat shit. vanilla tea. cold wet outside air. clean sheets.
in less than a week it will start being lighter.
the photographs:
-the hummingbird is intact, and it fits.
-facing west, 1st and Union.
-unwashed vanity. note the fully extended claws.
-yesterday, I forget where.
-my hood.
-other people's cookies.
-17th and Pike.
-looking up, Ballard Ave.
-Entropy the slut-cat.
-Leny's Bar.
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