I return Slutbanger to her original roots this weekend with the aid of an upgraded rental car and hopefully some companions. It seems that all things that once depended on me are now being cast away in some cathartic clockwork that I’ve engineered.
I planted tomato sprouts to their necks in this clay filled Carrboro soil. Rarely do I take on a task without the intention of changing my world view. Like watching Shawshank Redemption alone in the dark. Or crying without the aid of alcohol.
But fret not friends, yours truly will soon make his first digital capture in several years.
Let’s just hope those plants can breathe.
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Justin // June 4, 2009 at 9:47 pm |
These are the strangest days. At my most uncertain about the future, I scooped a puppy which anchors me in terrifying domesticity. And then I’m like, what the hell am I thinking? But I think it’s all for the best. You should come meet him soon.
Zero // June 5, 2009 at 3:05 am |
Are your parents taking Ava? How so, if so
Zero // June 9, 2009 at 3:34 am |
I’m so sad to hear you won’t be together! We must take all things in stride in life so it seems.
I can only dream of what your captures will be!