What We Do

 Just exactly what is it we do? In the shadows...in the sunlight...in the rain...in the back seat of a 1955 Chevy Bel Air...mom and dad's bed on account of they're being out of town...on the front room floor...when there's a couch just over the coffee table...on the kitchen table...this time on the couch...golf course after dark before the sprinklers come on...that's called a sprink...and/or wherever else that presents itself. To think I actually passed on a three way...holy crispy fried Jebus on a stick...and after all...stupid is as stupid does. Gump was a closet genius no doubt. Machine art for a Tuesday.

the interminable weight of religion -


peyote -


dance -


owsley induced X-ray -



the golden years are soooo goddamn much fun we ought to be able to do it more than once. or not. ๐Ÿ‘ฟ

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