Finally! Clear skies today to save us from the rainiest March on record. The entire town is sick and wet. People are staying in and cuddling, listening to cuddling music. The planet is sick and punishing SF like a drunken stepfather- all month long, just for having different DNA! But today, Gaia the Fake Dad slept it off all day long.
If SF were a roof town.. musicians would play in the habitrails connecting our skies with perfect tunnel acoustics. Colored lucite could turn our streets into stained glass-- every day would be flip flop weather. Like the Chicago Loop...
Lisnaskea, Northern Ireland
to his friend's he's known as deano. the peace symbol on his door? that was supposed to be ironic. it was mooch's idea. mooch is one of deano's minions. the blood of past sinners flecked and spattered like...