May 6th, 2010.

Lettuce sprouts lift the earth, papier mache sounds like a great portable pot solution and I scan and collect imagery.
The air's fresh enough for a six pack on the beach tonight. I jump on it, text-'messing' (as Hunter most accurately redefined).

(Myspace activate: Brief Candles)

For now, scan and research- Culture. Suburban Suicide.
Google image results pop up and will make the most lovely mutants; structured, strewn, thrown and reworked into posters.
Album covers intersperse with Desperate Housewives, and parents of teens gone.

Suburban suicide being inherently cliche and more so with sexy death;
I dodge thoughts of suburban upbringing.
Screwed boredom, inherited guilt, rampant consumerism and lost selves.
Concrete and entrepreneurs.
Dry.