not the best mexican in hillcrest

birds ate the figs

fo schnitzel

here i am lord

view from kitchen window 1/3/7

remembering dreams

thoughts like dreams like empty plastic bag in the corner of an empty room
if i rush at it the force of my wind will keep pushing it up out & away
if i inch closer & earn its trust i might be able to read it

good boys with the shirt and chair

petaling

old year new year san diego

my bunny flies over the ocean

kitchen slice

cuts come not from
sharp knives but
dull ones
pushed too hard

sexy mussels

i mean jeez