3rd & Pine.
the fennel trail in Fremont.
a random house in my hood.
I mean, for fuck's sake.
these are on Summit, I think. I love them. seriously! they are fucking ugly and olive green and manage to appear both stolid and jangly.
this, on the other hand, is hideous as fuck.
I read a feature recently about the awful brutalist/cementist government buildings in DC. they were ghastly but vaguely appealing- there's something gleefully nihilistic about knowing that they were designed that way on purpose. this is why I also like, say, the various structures at North Seattle Community College. I call it "fuck-you architecture."
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this was at the foot of a florid maple on 17th. I exercised adult restraint and took nothing. (I left nothing either. I carry no youth-appropriate accoutrements.)
the husk of the former Bauhaus.
a misty hell-night from the compound.
I'm seriously thinking of hacking all my fucking hair off. again, still. this is what I would look like, shit-eating grin optional.
and seamstress skillz.
way to symbolically pose with the eyeball picture, ye dopey cyclops whom I love more than the sun.
scenes from a night.
soundtrack for the last 72 hours: Spoon "Inside Out."
the husk of the former Bauhaus.
a misty hell-night from the compound. 
I'm seriously thinking of hacking all my fucking hair off. again, still. this is what I would look like, shit-eating grin optional. 
and seamstress skillz. 
way to symbolically pose with the eyeball picture, ye dopey cyclops whom I love more than the sun. 
scenes from a night. 
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