a tiny road trip epiphany...

@ fat dog's in "you are nowhere", nebraska, I found the hat I did not realize had been missing from my life. however the man who sold it to me was missing most of his teeth.

and that is why I talk to strangers.

note to self:

this does not work.

scandalous. no pun intended.

I'd rather sell my body than my soul. if you need me, try searching for the line between art and prostitution. that's where I'll be.

only one place on earth knows all of my secrets.

when you speak to canyons, you get echos.

when you speak to people, you get opinions.