liberation

grandma's organ. no more church hymns. 

thinking crosscountry (not the sport)

news

arm callous,
best friend in japan,
sudden milk drinker,
no picture,
apple-y.

some bad muffs

this is my river and it's up there too

i'll keep using old photos until i take new photos, one of these days.

i have been covered in a lot of dirt, wearing big pants, old t shirts, and plant matter. doesn't stop me from going to the salve to find old junk to make its home in my home. the junk here is maybe not as good as the junk on the west coast. i can't figure out why. where do they get all of their baskets and wood and wovens, are more people dying there than here? hold on to your junk, i guess, is the motto. watch it.

new wall (was old wall)

r o p e s  from one coast to the next