wireless
un named numberplate
marlboro butt
backwards cap
clean air bus
cellulite thighs
hot keys
scrambled keys
bald head hippie sweater old timer womaniser
razor scooter
street kid
three dollar bullet
purgatory
slashed knees
armenian hair
life-in-a-backpack
badboy wants badgirl or badboy wants dumbgirl
useless stupid jargon
bitch magazine only 5 bucks
play the game
nail varnish scratched off in equal levels on each hand
cruzing around santa cruz
trader joe
trader hoe
hybrid electric
eleven thousand dollars
kittens free to good homes
stream free online
Thursday, 19 August 2010
Monday, 9 August 2010
I like watching our neighbours emerge from their houses in the morning. Still sleepy, and in the universal pyjama attire of an old tshirt and chequered bottoms, they put the cat or the trash out. Or check the mailbox.
The Santa Cruz sky is as white as March in Brighton and even though the pacific is only two blocks away, i can never smell its salty tang in the air. I like sitting here on the wooden porch on a broken chair, drinking yesterdays coffee and smoking a cigarette.
One of our housemates is an idiot. He will approach Jeff and ask him in the sweetest kind of passive aggression if he has yet fixed the internet or done the washing up. We joke about approaching him and kindly asking him to stop habitually smoking four hits from his bong before 10am.
Last weekend we took a trip to Yosemite National Park to hike and cycle. We climbed to the top of Vernal falls, an immense gorged valley littered with boulders and rainbows. There were telltale signs that it was once a glacier. I felt pleased with myself for being able to recognise the geographical features.
The top of the fall was epic, ethereally so. If it weren't for the hoardes of hikers who joined us, i would have suggested to Jeff that either we jump to our deaths or cry at the opposite side of the valley for answers.
The Santa Cruz sky is as white as March in Brighton and even though the pacific is only two blocks away, i can never smell its salty tang in the air. I like sitting here on the wooden porch on a broken chair, drinking yesterdays coffee and smoking a cigarette.
One of our housemates is an idiot. He will approach Jeff and ask him in the sweetest kind of passive aggression if he has yet fixed the internet or done the washing up. We joke about approaching him and kindly asking him to stop habitually smoking four hits from his bong before 10am.
Last weekend we took a trip to Yosemite National Park to hike and cycle. We climbed to the top of Vernal falls, an immense gorged valley littered with boulders and rainbows. There were telltale signs that it was once a glacier. I felt pleased with myself for being able to recognise the geographical features.
The top of the fall was epic, ethereally so. If it weren't for the hoardes of hikers who joined us, i would have suggested to Jeff that either we jump to our deaths or cry at the opposite side of the valley for answers.
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