When strange paths cross

petite syrah honey mustard pretzels gummy bears the tantalizing tickling of the toungue these flavors dance with one another...

this or that

they say a picture is worth a thousand words so I guess a picture of a pile of shit...

3rd Street Promenade

grown men riding tiny bicycles homeless, disheveled man standing proudly having what looks to be a very interesting conversation...

the subtractor

in bed i lie trying to fall asleep i’m on my stomach and begin to swing my leg back...

morning drive

i’m sitting in the backseat of a car i’m a seven year old with a sly smile the elders...
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