Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Almost cut my hair?

Yeah, no you didn't. Your hairs all nice and fluid, very mature.

You're having it sway in the wind and catch in a direction that suits the frontside move you're about to  stick. It's hiding your grimace/

You're riding away and it all seems nice and you can see that there's some momentum.

You can see that the pastry section is firing. Your G-2 is coming at the window with a tight blood-orange and ricotta. The red walnuts. The honey. The Bay. The crumble. The anise.

And these are just glimpses and visions of a future where the chaos is under-foot. You have the tools. Just keep building.

 and i'd say I'm my own girlfriend.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Only by purposeful abandonment of the past do you find the innovations of the future.