blueberry

I am currently in an increasingly intimate relationship with Smith-Corona. He is always blue, and I enjoy pressing his buttons. With the help of the occasional bottle of wine and an endless supply of paper and ink, we will take over the world.

Books, Coffee, Rock'n'Roll, Anonymity, Good Talkers, Greyhound Buses, Freight train whistles, Leaving, Getting rocked to sleep on a boat every night, My typewriter/Good friend Mr. Smith-Corona, Jugs of wine down by the river at sunset with John Wesley Harding, Jim Beam, cemetaries, bubbles, Fog horns, Black Dresses, Sparkling sidewalks, Russians, Hiding behind big sunglasses, flea market treasures, Singing karaoke on stage with my sister and not remembering I did it until nine the the next night, Polka-dot pajamas, Kastmasters, Never growing out of the dirty-little-mountain-kid phase, Northern California, Memphis, Getting lost in Austin in the middle of August with a pack on my back, Dirt and perfectly dirty cities.