tune eternal love

By this time it qualifies as “vintage particle board”. Think about that.


Seriously, that leaf needs to get its shit together.

cheese and whine

Self-pity and phlegm could have a gross-out contest.


Wearing masks, we keep everything to ourselves. Everything.

spring green

All we think about these days are life and death.

lawnmowers in march

They were here in January, too, when we returned from New Hampshire. I cried when I saw them.


“English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?”