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los osos is a sleepy little town. damn near unconscious. but they do have number 6: number 6 comes from here: number 6 is brought to life by the hands and heart of this woman: she makes every single number 6 (and all the other numbers) one. at. a. time. she is very beautiful. i [...]

point dume … post malibu fish and (scallops) and chips (decent celebrity citing of anthony kiedis in a new black tesla roadster) … i was about to (finally) sleep a spell under this umbrella … when i heard a dolphin cry. when a dolphin cries it’s kind of like when doves cry, but a little [...]

sitting in the dallas fort worth airport yesterday drinking an iced coffee and waiting for the plane. i saw a young girl sitting across from me, probably 13 or 14, kinda cute, a little chubby, at that stage where she has rhinestones all over her cell phone and flip flops. she was wearing a t [...]

i just shot 100 free throws. the last time i can remember shooting 100 free throws at one time, reagan was still in office. scott lekovish’s driveway was the spot for free throws. we had a hoop behind my house on westside, too, and one at my dad’s place, but i think about being at [...]

‘what did the atheist say to rabbi?’ ‘where’s the gospel tent?’ jim duffy recorded an ep on four track once called ‘starts on a d, ends on a d.’ it was a poem to shamsi rue (who still gives me the chills when i hear ‘evangeline’ on the rough mix cd i have to remember [...]