February 2012
3 posts
“I woke up & started thinking about how Lynchian LA is & I scared myself...”
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3:53 AM TEXT - Matea is in Santa Monica
Interlude that sticks to the ribs. Not long after moving across the country, I was walking the streets of Portland w/a pretty girl I’d met at the grocery store a few nights before. She’d written the codes of bulk items in permanent marker all over her arms in lieu of memorizing them & I was lonely & found that charming. I remember the air was mist, & w/in a scent of chimney...