Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The Water.

Not worth it, baby.
Everyone is rubbing me the wrong way today though. Especially fictional characters.
No one swims in the ocean here- it is too full of human waste. How depressing is that?
If I lived in this house by myself I would run down the hill to this grey body of water (probably in the buff) and splash maniacally head first into the surprisingly warm water, float around a bit, then run back up the hill to lounge in my (probably claw footed) porcelain tub.
Also If I lived in this house the wood would be stacked properly and there would be flowers, goddamn.

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