Roads of Excess

In my best form: waiting for classes to begin, reading Neuromancer, listening to Brian Eno, drinking a coke and wearing a decent shirt.

Get Down Make Love

I hate all you fuckin' people in this building.

You bet

Sup you big ass mountain. Greetings from sunny Portland, OR

Gifts from Carrollton GA, an unexpected treasure trove of shit I like. Who knew. Yasasin.

In conclusion leaving is easy when you've got someplace you need to be

TFW it's your last week at work before you run off and do cool shit and you are straight up WISHING you were dead.

Everything's gone green.

Went in to buy hardcore records, came out with what may be the total opposite.

You're like a picture on a fridge that's never stocked with food.

That shit is none of your business.

The master at work. (at The Lazy Diamond)

Hanging with Jimmy

In the company of the Romantic Dogs.