Like the beloved and so dearly missed Mr. David Lynch would say. Wish I could grab one of his multiple coffee machines in the so-soon auction in LA. Dang it.
first thing in the morning with a cig, then ya get inside and start writing about finnegans wake and ludwig wittgenstein. yer a killer, kid. alexa, play grateful dead live at the fox theatre 1980-11-30
I’m not sure why but I love videos of like the inside of carwashes and the inside of dishwashers.They‘re just really mellowing and nice. There’s playlists of them on YouTube and I’ll just put them on my TV while I do stuff , and sometimes I get sucked in. It’s really nice makes you feel peaceful and clean and stuff.
Sometimes you just need one. I get a crazy craving for one every once in a while and I literally can’t stop thinking about it until I make one myself or go and get one. The thought of a banana split consumes me.
When things get so hectic you’re never home there’s the simple action of plopping you’re backpack down in a safe spot, laying your head on it, and getting the sleep you need. Classroom, car, secluded spot in the woods, breakroom, etc. Just conk out and refuel as much as you can.
