Post Grand Canyon camper champions (from cyan waterfalls to cyan booth seating)
Sounds of the rainforest.
Best eyebrows in Mococa, Brasil.
This is too easy. Anything I say will sound trite.
Just more of that new crap.
Remember when PIPs on televisions were all the rage?
This picture has got to be worth at least ten thousand words. One cent per word and I’ll send you a print, one dollar and I’ll send you a print plus the reason why tagging all my photos with #depression seems to do better than not tagging them with it.
Just to note: I’m not gay (but gays are cool with me, except sometimes lesbians are really loud and obnoxious and start fights in front of my house and vomit near my car at 2:30 in the morning while I’m watching Battlestar).
Native Urban Animals: a Dichotomy.
I have enough of this kind of stuff to consider a coffee table book.
Ode to Ice Cube.
Who will hold you once I’m gone?
words I wrote about myself. -
Manor House Quarterly, you feel like freshly brushed teeth. Thank you, Dane.
scenes from the bathroom. volume: 1
nine days in november.