my mind is all around you

satan seduced the compound the other night. it was a jaw-dropping, mood-elevating, stand-outside-in-your-underwear kinda sunset. 

this gargantuan motherfucker was flapping around the laundry room. I am rather anti-moth. I hate their erratic movements and the sound they make. this guy was about 2" across. 

cal anderson park. 

day dawns innocently upon a weave-brawl aftermath. 

abstract of visibly irritated shit-cat as very temporary leg-rest.

seattle, you are a gorgeous snarky bitch, the most captivating and most infuriating sort of girlfriend, and I helplessly adore you. 

I fucking love this house. I love its decrepit Klopek-iness, and how it sounds like pigeons when you walk past, and the turret, oh my god.

the walking distance from my work to the Safeway near my lair is exactly one Sigur Ros "agaetis byrjun" or whatever it's called.