Tonight I saw apartments that reminded me of something out of a Henry Miller novel... dreary and worn down, but with their own sort of melancholy, washed out charm.
Maybe I'm imposing my mood onto architechture. I don't know.
I also had really yummy tortilla soup at the Saturn. Fake cheese is weird. It never really melted, but it tasted good, so who am I to complain?
How have you not seen 'Soylent Green'??
Maybe I'm imposing my mood onto architechture. I don't know.
I also had really yummy tortilla soup at the Saturn. Fake cheese is weird. It never really melted, but it tasted good, so who am I to complain?
How have you not seen 'Soylent Green'??
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"procrastination" is the art of time management
I welcome your questions because I know a lot more than I can carry. If I am to be honest.
i was referring to my own loco mental ensem-bleg' which trails behind me like so much garbage.
the wiggle word-
start reading Daniel Steel novels, fuck whom ever you can and use LOTS of hair spray. this is guaranteed to transform general ignorance into pure swas-i-swas-i-sware'!
(If you don't believe me I read it in cosmo)