That man don't smoke the same as me...

A wonderful thing has been occurring. We've been getting sunlight in Seattle. I actually have a shadow every now and then. The sun makes me miss LA more. I can sit and speculate and compare the two different forms of sunlight in each place. For one, sunlight in Seattle seems like a memory of Sun in LA. The light will be worshipped; what the hollywood stars never realized was that the sun did exactly what it was supposed to do. Sunlight hella exposes them beyond fotoshop and centerfolds.

I'm witnessing a lady breastfeeding. Even though its natural, or something, its hard not to look.

easy with eyes closed

PFFFFT!


Aimee, Angela, Scott and I had a Tuna Melt Club meeting. Angela fried up some onion rings.


We made a GAK colored cake! Trip out!


This is James. He smokes a lot of weed. I work with him. He's taking a nap after lunch right now. He hasn't cut his hair or shaved since I met him last summer. I asked him what the deal was. James said:"I'm just not cuttin' it right now, man." O, the layers.


I lost my mp3 player @ Holy Mountain. Aimee felt bad and gave me a ritualistic occult robe! It looks so awesome, she's really getting a hang of things. Good morning, Elva.