Escape this Big Box
Having thus departed, travelled to Target and REI respectivly to search, unsucessfully, for items to purchase.Having decided to wear my Diesel combat boots, marching around big box stores with determination and poise. Snubbed by socially challenged sales associates. The combat boots are most certainly the most fitting way I have of creating around me the Scent that I like. They are good.
A place to sleep is important, but not as important as what you wear to sleep. That is forever. As I march around the long underwear and super-clearance rain parkas I overhear not unheard conversations from the same old places. Have you ever hiked Switchback Canyon? Oh yes, Tim and hiked up there last summer. I feel like this will last me a long time, anyway I really like the feel. Girls, get down from there. So cheap!
Kate Bush continues to be my muse.
Everytime it rains, everytime you speak, I feel it down the back of my shirt; a creep of skin, blood rising. Fight or flight. You look over the edge, too small; midnight black car. Large woman with large fake breasts drives, Julie or Ashley or Honey, green plastic accounting cap. Bright electric chandelier -- massive torch -- illuminating backward.
posted by Christolf @ 6:08:00 PM
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