six pounds of tomatoes = one pint of ketchup

take the long way home

damn right it was a good day…

i got my haircut

then i had some breakfast

then i pondered how i wish this was mine

then i pulled stuff from my garden

then some shit exploded

then some drinks


I’ve Got A Feeling

Whoops, there goes another year

You Don’t Actually Exist, So I Start Shaking

I’m sending a letter I’ll send it right to you I’ll send it to memphis I know that someday Everything I needed and I wanted Used to be that my head was haunted And all these sirens they make me mad And all this violence it brings me down I feel strong I feel lucky

policia no!

one false eye

these berries smell like shit, i don’t know why