the perfume of influence
Posted on March 10, 2008
sweat and zen in portland, oregon.
i have completed a sixty-hour work week in five days. i smell like a jock strap full of squid and used feet.
i have not yet sprouted ironic above-lip facial hair for fashion purposes as the local males seem fond of doing, but the capitalization, conjunctions and abbreviations have gone out the window for this post. portland will do that to you. these northwestern people are typically very mild, a little skittish. i am fairly certain that the weather has something to do with it. i crave the sun, the clear blue sea and the things that those things engender. faraway lands are calling me again. i am not certain how i should answer. where is home? what is home?
i hollered out a bunch of songs at a pub after work tonight. i was loved. life is good.
stumptown. irony, soggy moustaches, horn-rimmed glasses, maudlin music and devalued emotional currency.
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