SF was fucking HOT today. Amanda played documenteur while we were checking light levels and doorways - the actual photos are being developed on Monday. Pretty much spent an hour or 2 in the alley and another hour on the roof. Ayla was so good today. Mad Treats. 
Matt Williams making strange faces at puppy.
Hay? Who ordered the hay? Haaaa-aaaayyyyy!!!!!!!!!!
Gosh guys, I am SO happy!
That truck was one of 3 vehicles that circled the block more than thrice.
Miss. Ayla. Blue.
Amanda Hands + Michelle Face
I am probably the most charming person you know.
You ask me how to cure your headache... Use a gun.
Long day. I have to go warsh all this makeup off. Yarg. Picked up a new vacuum cleaner, dvd player and shelf thingie for the bathroom. Tomorrow I have ten billion more errands to do. It's been swell, but the swellin's gone down... night y'all. i wear my scars like the rings on a pimp
i live life like the captain of a sinking ship
the one thing that i can guarantee
i'm like a stepping razor, i suggest you stay fair with me
atmosphere, its just a ten letter word
discretion is the name of my cement-feathered bird
and if you didnt hear, fuck whatevers heard
i think you got the sickness i suggest you get it cured
caught up in the mix, of a bottle full of fix
im gonna hobble down the street 'til i reach knob creek
its not that i dont like you, i just dont wanna speak
you fuckin freak
now keep your days out my week appears more clear in its simplest form
nobody sees tears when youre sittin in a storm
abandoning the norm, and handling the harvest
measuring the worth by the depth of the hardships
i welcome all the hatred you can aim at my name
i held on to the sacred ways of how to play the game
when the soldiers started runnin short on rations
i began tappin the egg, to spark the hatchin
make it happen
and take this captain to the gallows
i keep steerin us into an area thats shallow
talkin to my shadow, he advised me not to worry
he said i should plant my tree and let it rise out of the fury why scream, when you can lose yourself inside the wide-screen
let life be a bowl of melted ice cream
or be the deer thats caught in my high beams
im rollin with the lights on, scared stiff
reality is just too much to bear with
paranoid, walkin around careless
no wonder youre in love with your therapist
go to sleep my little time bomb -- Atmosphere
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