we all rotate

through a window on Pike Street.

moistness outside my lair. 

for fuck's sake, seattle. 

casu marzu in candle form.  

look at this wee li'l trouper! out of the alopleciac ashes of my fucking schefflera emerges a zygote of optimism! the quarter is for both scale and patriotism. 

I seem to look down a lot. this was in Fremont. 

oh my gourd, another hand picture. 

there's always a photo opportunity at the Broadway QFC. 

chicks getting shit done. 

fuck your earnest gruel. 

my neighborhood. 

I have a crush on this building. it's like my dream background for my 3rd grade school picture. 

fucking awesomeness emerging on 7th. 

I live here. 

in my dream the other night I was being interviewed. I was asked about a mutual friend. I described them as "being overly tangential and relying too heavily on pronouns." the room was windowless and the walls were orange. and then I woke up.