this week i

live near this tree.. building also has silly things.

would like a six-pack for my birthday.

worked up some stats with hannes.

ate half of this and what do you want me to say yes of course it was good.  that's a strawberry mimosa's bottom in the northeast corner.

copied down this song about the soul leaving the body while in bed with a whore.  aldous huxley was surely right.

do not include the luxury of sleeping late in my definition of freedom.  the equatorial countries don't give two shits about your solstice.