Muir

Slow Dreaming

Sometimes she’s okay though.

Rothko

Briones

Divided

Sunset

Muir Lookout

Also, she’s a borachona.

Her hair smells like eggs.

Sunset Railing

Headlands

Comedown Machine

Sometimes she farts in elevators.

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Headlands

I spend a lot of time by myself

imagining great speeches I’d make

to crowds of people

how can I help?

But what would I say?

Or did I find

and not realize

that I was the fake.

Cold War Kids – Tuxedos

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Ocean Beach

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Light Leak

“we know God is dead, they’ve told us, but listening to you I wasn’t sure.”

Charles Bukowski – Love is a Dog from Hell

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Rothko

“the writing of some
men
is like a vast bridge
that carries you
over
the many things
that claw and tear.

The Wine of Forever”

Charles Bukowski – Love is a Dog from Hell

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Essays from an Aging Youth

Essays from an Aging Youth

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Ocean Beach

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Essays from an Aging Youth

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