September 30th, 2010
Is how you spell the plural of dj. This sometimes is a pet peeve of mine. To have to write DJs because it’s cultural. Because we start writing the way people start being used to seeing it read. Even though it hurts inside to do it.
Oh and here’s Sublime. Because we started the morning remembering Dickies shorts and pulled-up socks. We miss Bradley. We do. But he was fucked up all the time.
Deejays.
August 25th, 2010
At the top of the mountain that we climbed to see if we could do it better this time. We ran, we walked, we breathed heavy and hard. Some of us even thought we might go number two. But, then, heaving and wheezing and heart pumping went still. And all that existed was this view. What a city.
July 22nd, 2010
Walking on a dream. Sometimes it feels that way here, head among the clouds, scooping down low enough to be a foggy hello.
Empire of the sun - Walking on A dream
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