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.

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