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Romantic raincoats. Satori in Paris Jack Kerouac
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Cassandra playing her accordion on Aaron and Chris’ porch. Her accordion came with tape on the keys telling what notes they are. Only one note sounds pretty when pulling out, but horrendous when pushing in. Its one of those beautiful mistakes that she has been trying to work into a song though.
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After taking the picture I apologized to Aaron for stealing his soul. He told me not to worry because he doesn’t have one anymore.
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Missoula, MT.
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Running across the train tracks at night as one engine sits idling.
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Making up constellations.
Drunk and stoned wandering home across the train tracks after watching surreal cartoon of the 90s. Hoping a quick fag will counteract the depressants but quick enough so the cold air doesn’t freeze my hand not safely secluded in my pocket. The grass next to the sidewalk has already frosted over for the morning to…
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I was invited over to Ida’s for some sea food soup this evening. The building she lives in used to be a hotel that has since had many artists live in it. It was almost too beautiful to maintain composed. Paintings and pictures everywhere. Beautiful furniture put out in the hallways. Just fucking gorgeous.
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I am once again trying to gain weight. I wish this wasn’t always such a lonely uphill battle for me, nor that it always seems to be brought on by huge dips in my self-esteem. Oh well. I just put on the Oracular Spectacular album and exercise till I feel numb and short of breath…
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I tried a vaporizer for the first time the other night and to stave off the anxiety I was compelled to draw my city and a bee. The actual sketch is a bit rough as I couldn’t keep still and the buildings are missing any plant life. Although I finally drew some bi-wings on a…
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Looking for the spray painted car with the missing door.
I had a dream I was getting married this morning. I don’t want to have that dream again.
High Contrast Grey. 