your android replica

I Harrison Bergeron'd the bejesus out of yet another bombastic sunset and rising moon. sodden monochrome: the great equalizer. 

I grew up with this door knocker. it is one of my most favorite inanimate objects in the known world. 

we do this pose a lot lately, unless I'm laying on my chest, in which case she hangs out on my ass. then I call her "ass-cat" and we, like, drink tea and tat doilies and talk about our feelings.

more creepy Holga filter experimentation. 

the sexy, mysterious Route 7. 

a Hillman City nail salon. 

Pioneer Square on a desolate Friday night. 

an outtake from Spork '14. 

one of the random buildings of the old Olympia brewery. 

and another one. I fucking love this stairwell. there aren't too many fire escapes in these parts. Portland, comparably, has a fuckton. 

a filtered version of the ghetto sangria. 

today a woman walking behind me on the sidewalk told me I have "happy hair." I thanked her. I needed that.