grayday

my dream of opening the used bookstore in the southside is finally coming true, only somewhere along the way the dream transferred to someone else. my source tells me it's a young hip couple from austin.

parallel universes split asunder cosmic coral reefs and

the red headed finch guards the coconut fiber-pickings of his mate. they are building a nest. they are taking stock of their lives.

this pityparty is hopping! I just need to get through this program so we can move on. two and a half years and thousands of pages in between now and then.

last year: rainy day / dr. faris ----------->
(gray and pouring today / i have her again this year. makes this immobility even more palpable)