B I G S U R
Just a simple camp trip to a majestic place on the coast of California. Our backyard is pretty pimp.
B I G S U R
My [THRIFT] life.
Parking lot perceptions.
Just by my #selfie.
i miss her.
A reluctant animal lover – it’s only because i do not have my own. She always played hard to get, and I can’t deny, I always gave into her games. Waaahhhh, I miss her.
next level – my level.
“There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.”
Hustle bustle, a wild bird chuckle.
On my left – wild wings ring
to my right – industrial belts sing.
At the top of the world you see it all,
skyscrapers, they seem so small.
Up above, the sun shines proud.
I see it coming – the change is loud.
The tarantula-legged cranes walk the skyline
like a sloth running along, it’s our friends evil twin – Karl, the smog.
The warmth of the rays comfort my neck,
and joins me and my shadow which I didn’t expect.
2014 you shine so bright.
There’s only more to come,
and I’m ready to take a bite.
January 3rd, 2014