la lune en juin et dormir jusqu'à midi

Entropy has found the Frame of Shame. cats love a good edge. 

on the Burke-Gilman. 

I have only been here once, about five years ago, and this place remains one of the worst I've ever smelled. the atmosphere itself was good; it reminded me of shitty dives in Alaska, with duct-tape on the vinyl bar and unlit neon beer signs. but when I left I had to drive home with the windows down because the odor clung to my clothes. I dunno; culinarily, I'm definitely not their target demographic, so maybe it's utterly enticing to others. 

how do you apply this product? 

Interlaken gradiation. it hides one from the radiation. 

in a city there is never an abandoned building. 

88 degree holga filter. 

the Munchkin bulb at The Weed House. 

more feral lightpole methery, Pine Street. 

how to fix a windshield, Ballard. 

and just now: stigmata! 

"I had ceased simply to be a young boy; I was someone in love. I say that my passion began that day; and I might add that my suffering began on that day too." Turgenev