biohazyrd

i like Portland. Portland likes me. well I'm not sure it likes me, but if it had a mouth and could utilize the english diction it'd say "I think you're a little strange, but in my opinion i'd say you're okay."

and then we'd bond and share wonderful experiences together and i would make new friends and go to Powells bookstore and spend all my money there, and be forced to become a dirt punk and threaten/beg passerbys to give me their half eaten chili dogs so i could parchance make it through the night without the dreaded chills, and not die.

oh, one day sweet Portland.

josyph