chaotically out of order is, much like it was, is summer: in RETROSPECT, minus alot of times i would feel too camera-whorey and refrain. i promise this wont continue in the future.
about to swallow a fetus whole. pre-spins.

pre-mexicano, post-breakdown

nothing is possible with percocets (summer begins with some holes in your mouth)

learning the hungarian way, the ONLY way. jeeze.

the Italian third degree

metaphorical exile

getting all hot and bothered by ones own hotness.

mid-birthday-shot lovin

"No Jim, Jim! Jim, I mean it."

dead batteries miss capturing the Sky float. tear.

Germany still pwns yew

get out of town

forget sleep for a while

wake up in a tent 3 hours away and make it to work for 8:54am
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