we're twinz aren't we?

oreos & peanut butter please.

my finds.

i love my new acquaintances

holy kerouac, holy cassidy

angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection
to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night.
i dig it.

saddle up

i'm gonna chase the sky forever with the man, the stallion, and the wind.

one week

ain't that some shit?

good grief.