Week 12: Pieces of Memories

Lyric of The Week: “Oh no, there ain’t no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good.” Rest for the Wicked, Cage the Elephant


For once, I’m going to let this odd collection of pictures speak for themselves, mostly. The booty shot? It’s my before. 35 is not too old to get a booty. Fuck all that to the contrary. And my egg cake was bangin. (See top right.)

I will say this: Its very dangerous to watch the horizon and the horizon, alone. You can be so busy following the sky that you walk right off of a cliff. We all, myself included, have been cautioned.


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