Sunday, September 28, 2008
a monk walks into a bar
From the top of the hill i saw the tiniest sliver of Everist and spent a week watching my step as to not fall down the manholes. I haven't seen autumn in two years, needless to say i'm psyched, (even though i was expecting bread lines). Numerous sleepless nights have resulted in neither a grand production nor a revelation and during the hours directly preceding sunrise baking in my parent's kitchen i discovered the missing ingredient: sugar.
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i want to see pictures
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