Ali's Brooks Brothers Two Piece Suit

A perfect awning for blogging. 95 degree fun. 98 degree music.

but that is beside the real point. The real point is to never get RPG's in LA in the 1980's because you can;t sell that shit back to Arabs or Russians or anything because they don;t wanna buy it because of the sheer explosive content of said material. Therefore, dump it into the Venice canal or something. Ali did it. That crip motherfucker did it. 3 million in a year. fuck yeah. he was dressed for suc.caress. INB4 hawaii.

I hate to say it but this is probably going to be my last post on this old thing. The internet (specifically blogspot) and I have had a time and I think It's time for us to go our separate ways. It was a really good time though. I really enjoyed all of it. Might move to a sub-blog to wordpress, who knows. just gotta spice it up, you know? per haps perhaps. shiver shiver.

Since this is going to be perhaps the last post, it should be long, I think. For this reason I will start with the notion of selling 18 pint sized budweiser cans and a cherry doctor pepper to a 20 year old boy (you think the doctor pepper would give it away! Wrong!). AMPM loves the business and I can;t complain either. Someone had to do it. ALl you had to do was find the place. Muscle memory.

I started screen printing. Pretty rad. no money to afford photo emulsion method. still using the heat of the sun to dry the prints. I;ve done shirts for emily and two for me. But the two for me suck. It;s supposed to be just eyes but everyone thinks I did a face. Annie commissioned me to do a screen print for her. I;m into it. you must share ideas if you have them.

cool as a cucumber.

they stopped selling my favorite cereal at TJ's: chocolate decadence. perhaps a bit rich and not really for breakfast, but it emulates crunch berries in that fashion. My diet today has consisted of beer, a cheese and cucumber sammy, and cherries. Lovin; it.

Lookin' for a new place sucks. i want it already. this place is a shithole. Sometimes I feel like living by m'self. It might mean less people would be upset with me. www.hipsterrunoff.com .

What is the internet? I'm having a hard time doing it. I think I like e-mail.
Having your credit card get declined is a bad feeling.

there is a 24 hour burrito place in the UW district called memos. I spedn too much money there. I don't really have any money right now. money money money.

(insert)

"A maven (also mavin) is a trusted expert in a particular field, who seeks to pass knowledge on to others"

(insert your carrot rope)

second hand numbers are always fucking me over. Slim like a rainbow. Harness your jokes. check your parascopes, there might be something on the water. that life fluid.


be patient.

(forget your carrot rope)


Best band.


What's in your pocket?
don't you understand this chance of a lifetime?

fuck your fixie, faggot.

and so she says.....












































(as a disclaimer I would like to add that all posts in this blog are meant to be found as you may, including feelings of humor, sadness, regret, joy, grief, indifference, etc. This is not meant to be anything more than a simple blog to be enjoyed by friends and ridiculed appropriately. This is meant as a good time. Nothing more, nothing less. This is not meant to be taken at more than face value. This is not meant to be something to be analyzed. If you analyze any post in this blog you might be considered to be wasting your time. This blog is nothing more than letters on the internet.)





thank you all for reading.

omglyketotesluvu!
-will

Dear ______________________, it's me, ________________________.

...and let me tell you! those baby-talk voices ain't workin' no more, dryad! cause all he was was a kid from Pennsylvania anyway. get over there and it changes, man. no more toe rings and no more accessorizin'. this is the seriousness. or is it simply absurd? one part you one part your own meaning. Just take it subjectively, babe. that's all anybody can ask.

are we yet? or are we becoming?

from, with love,

E.S.K.

new tat?

Rose, harsh rose
marred and with stint of petals,
meagre flower, thin,
sparse of leaf,

more precious
than a wet rose
single on a stem --
you are caught in the drift.

Stunted, with small leaf,
you are flung on the sand,
you are lifted
in the crisp sand
that drives in the wind.

Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
hardened in a leaf?



that shit is soooo goooddddd!!!! HD is my dream girlfriend. she is the hottest imagist ever. and probably the hottest vorticist too.


YOU ARE CAUGHT IN THE DRIFT. HD kills.

have a great night everyone on stilts! and love begins...

Fuck you

and every mall santa who looks like you.

EATTTTTZZZZ

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Shoved

dear reader,

first, my sincere apologies due to the time it has taken for a new blog, secondly, for the absolute lack of condorgs or whiskey being consumed in such a manner as to facilitte said blog. But spring is here, I hope that is a decent consellation.

in other news...

beer flows from the shops like water from the mount: costly. I am completely dry of funds. and to include another subject women. frustraation is on the mere tipping point. seven months, ducks. seven. i guess time is just a number thoguh.

I might need to leave seattle soon.. bnot in th sense f forever, but maybe for a couple of days to regain lost crystals forgotten deep in india and thailand where if one is said to obtain all five crystalsk, one will habve rule of the world. A HOPE IS A HOPE, RIGHT>? sorry for the caps, finger slip.

you say ass, i say ass.

anyway, on more concrete kuks (pronounced cuck), spring is here, meanig more time to fully realize the piece of shit you are. hurry up!

I miss cael. je was a guy who gave a shitttt.... you are all cool individuakkym but as togeherm refiem,