2009年 08月の記事
there's a reason t…
i grew up on the tundra prairie and i can remember canned tomatoes in winter that tasted of summer, but now i eat pink tomatoes that taste like feet in black ice. slip. ...
I'm going to be bo…
Jack: Where are you going? Ebi Macaroni: I’m going to be born. Jack: No…c’mon…seriously, change the oil, then do whatever you want. Ebi Macaroni: I’m going to be born. ...
you cannot paint a…
well, maybe if you are depicting a swamp of swimming swine, then you’re getting closer. ...
sometimes, you wak…
just breathe deep and remember… those logs will someday make a new house ...
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professional, huma…
sitting on the tatami, painting her fingernails candy-apple red and she remembers her grandmother’s hairy legs, and that one raspberry seed stuck to her right knee. ...
he has a pet kamak…
it sleeps in his wig and he sings Billie Holiday songs to her after a couple of beers ...
