high fidelity

austin.

enjoy.

attempting to make this face.

I should be sleeping

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but I can't stop listening to this album. His words are full of mystery, magic and sorrow. 

sweet thing.

I've somehow managed to stumble into this lovely serendipitous series of events over the past two months. Life would be so sweet if it played like a record. You could pick up the needle and skip over the parts you can't stand and replay the beautiful parts again and again. 

goodbyes are so bittersweet.  I guess the sweetest things always have bad timing. Short stories are my favorite though, I like the open ends and the lack of resolution. It leaves the door wide open for all possibility. 

from my mind.

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"you could never be a vegetable! For even artichokes have hearts!" - Amelie

in the spirit of halloween

the one and only.

charles.

"The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go."
—Ham on Rye, 1982

sass and class.

to new york in the late 70s

entering montana.

i let forrest drive for two hours the whole trip. we nearly drove off the road into the mountains.

north dakota