Radio. Vinyl. Old fucked up film cameras. Bar chords. Books on punk rock photography. Soft-leaded pencils. Polaroids. Last call. Keeping lists. Rummaging. Slouching. Watching. Waiting. Classic boxing. Moto Guzzis. Boots. Duct tape. Future astronauts. Be-spectacled curly tops. 5-year-olds and the men who raise them. Sharing. Justice. A good cup of coffee.
People who pick their battles poorly, people who don't know their place , people who question convention, people who can teach me a thing or two, people who greet with a kiss on each cheek or a peck on the lips, neck huggers, shit starters, peace makers, belly laughers, shruggers who care, grifters with heart, samarais, chauffeurs, tea makers, teetotalers...people who don't give a flying rat's ass about popularity.
Listen in to hear me muck up a perfectly good radio show: Mutant Hardcore Flower Show Thursdays from 10pm to 1am on ktru.org. I screw things up starting at midnight.
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