Thursday, April 30, 2015

On the road, jack kerouac

They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Life is Beautiful

I love him and he has no idea. Which is a good thing. 

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Leaving Los Feliz

Life is pretty great

Saturday, April 4, 2015