View from (the front porch of) the new place!
bortbortbort replied to your photoset: I haven’t been doing ‘ril swell lately. BUT…
baek naima into a pie
I haven’t been doing ‘ril swell lately.
BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT. Strawb’ry cream pie rules, and I found that this outfit truly (nope) enhanced my nascent pie-making skills. Ben says, of the pie: “It is my favorite strawberry cream pie. I have tasted only 2 strawberry cream pies.” Hmm. I think if he tasted 100 pies, my pie would remain at the tippy-top.
I’ll end this useless post with a note to myself.
Hey future-Stepph,
Feel better. Pie will never (and ought not) be enough.
Regards,
present-Stepph, or just Stepph
Date: 2012-04-25, 12:12PM PDT
Reply to: 5gpbj-2978903572@job.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
PostingID: 2978903572
O you, beloved of my twenty-seven senses, I
love your!
You your thee thine, I your, you mine. — we?
This (by the way) is beside the point.
Who are you, uncounted woman? you are
— are you? People say you are, — let
them say it, they don’t know how it stands with us.
You wear your head on your feet and walk about
on your hands, on your hands you walk.
Halloo your red dress, sliced in white pleats.
Red I love Anna Bloom, red I love your! — You
your thee thine, I your, you mine. — we?
This belongs (by the way) out in the cold.
Red bloom, red Anna Bloom, what do people say?
Prize question: 1. Anna Bloom has a screw loose.
2. Anna Bloom is red.
3. What colour is the screw?
Blue is the colour of your yellow hair.
Red is the thread of your green screw.
You simple girl in simple dress, you dear
green animal. I love your! you your thee thine, I
your, you mine. — we?
This belongs (by the way) in the ashcan.
Anna Bloom! Anna, a-n-n-a, I trickle your
name. Your name drips like soft tallow.
Do you know it, Anna, do you know already?
You can be read from behind, and you, you
loveliest of all, you are from behind as you are
from the front: “a-n-n-a.”
Tallow trickles softly over my back.
Anna Bloom, you trickle beast, I love your!
— Kurt Schwitters, Published in Der Sturm, August 1919.
So these are “Killer Dana” waves that all those surfbeat/beachbum photographers loooved in the ‘60z. Hey man, what gives?
Taken at 4p on Sat., 4/7 Dana Point, CA, USA
Heading south on the 10, and just passed Pedro. It’s a gorgeous day and destination numero uno is Seal Beach. There, we’ll meet up with the PCH, and take it through Orange County until our bones itch for salt water and spf.
Taken at 1p on Sat., 4/7. Endless Summer, USA
What poor fool relinquished ownership of this priceless beaut and traded it in for mere pennies? I* in turn snagged it for less than 3 bones. GUH.
*I am either screaming (at my lucky luck!) or attempting No Wave transubstantiation. Lordy, lordy!