Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Let me get it back, baby, where I come from


When I finally move out of the hell-hole in which I presently live, I have absolved that my next residence will be somewhere I can sleep next to my bike, just roll in, park and mingle the aroma of my freshly cooked pasta and hand made pesto with the mingling of her dissipating exhaust. Found some inspiration today, via Godspeed 4506, and A Time To Get!

1 comment:

the projectivist said...

hell hole?
dissension in the ranks me-thinks.