Shootin’ for a spark.
When I can’t sleep, I just remember that we’re floating through space. Its reassuring.
Ladies and Gentlemen by Spiritualized.
Pepé the Wise.
Profound words from a dear friend. Photo taken at Griffith Park in Los Angeles on a hike.
He sounded terrible, but sure is one hell of a thing to have inscribed on your tombstone.
Parisa’s profound ramblings, as I recall them.
You’re on your way.
Taken at Los Angeles Historic State Park durring Fuck Yeah Fest. I was disappointed to see so few watching someone so talented.
American Hearts by A.A. Bondy
Sometimes, we drink.
*Enough.
The EXACT reason why I eat nothing from the sea.
Someone is regularly salting snails on the sidewalk, near my front door. Got my bottom dollar on the elementary school kids who learn directly across from my home.
I’m convinced New York City is a living thing.
THIS. MEANS. WAR.
Naked and Red by Colour Revolt.
Fine now, for the record.
The WHAT-IF monsters chattering their what-if’s in my head while I try to sleep.
Have this one too much.
Anne and Andy’s cat, Momo. Sometimes I take care of her. She’s alright, for a cat and all.
A large piece of wood that rests against a wall in my living room. I’ll probally never finish it, and never hang it.
A quote excerpt from Antoine de Saint-Exupery. One of a few doodles mailed to my friend Erin, on her birthday.
I’m a fan of nostalgia.
Line from one of my favorite films.