Saturday, August 30, 2008

motherfucking shit

i missed the farmer's market again and i can't tell the difference between drunk or dream and the distance helps so much (more each day) it's like getting away from the ocean after being sucked under there's only so far inland you can go before you start getting close to the water again

salt water

sea weed

let's go to the ocean and soak in the toxins together.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Farmers Markets can only exist when 3/4ths the people who plan to go miss going.

- R.