i met a genius

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.


it was the first time I'd
realized
that.




Charles Bukowski: Burning In Water Drowning In Flame

gold

the ever-lovely, erin wasson.

mine is forever

love for c love forever

every face in this town reminds me of falling down

photos by sam hessamian

hussar

 

california-based artist michael hussar. my personal favorite is the bloodied-up nun.

my brain's the burger and my heart's the coal

is it too late to ask for this as a birthday present? or too late to use the "birthday present for myself" excuse?

in other birthday-related news, happy birthday to jenny lang today! heading to the cantina in a bit for a few pitchers of margaritas. renee and lindsey's birthdays were this past week as well. my life is always dependent on compassionate virgos and reliable cancers. i'm too much of a stubborn lion for all the other signs.