full moon fevah

Ballard. pardon me while I leer. 

I give this upholstery place another 6 months, maximum. it's been on Ballard Ave for decades, with an essentially unchanged caliber of tidiness. I've taken pictures through the windows here before. I always thought that if you were to push through all the faded pleather and fluorescent-lit detritus, you'd find a hidden red-glowing back room of short skirts and illicit card games and dirty blues. 

5th and Virginia? 

random litter in my neighborhood. there are still delightful scraps of how it used to be. you just gotta look for them. 

I've had some fucked-up pustulence residing in my lungs for the past 3 days. entropy hung out in my knee-pit yesterday whilst I slothed around pathetically. 

with the proper filter, anything can become a crime scene. 

"take your pants off before you fight."

-Yoko Ono