I sat in the sand with Pappachaga, we shared a clementine in the early morning heat. The sun prickled the back of my neck. “Where do we go from here?” I asked. “Into the waves” he replied around a mouthful of fruit flesh, “always, always into the waves”

eating the slow cooked lamb ribs that give you a religious experience

I claimed my milady cult gold medallion and now federal agents are swarming outside my house???

“the market” is nothing more than a mass of conversations with an unbeing several standard deviations above your own maximum capacity

the fountainhead is a story about architecture

Money is a worthless tool without the existence of worthy ideals to be spent on, the highest of course being family. Listen, what I’m saying is that I’ve spent a gratuitous amount on oysters, lobsters, crabs and large fresh cuts of meat and I wouldn’t have it any other way

Capital, energy, compute, land, status etc

Blessings Fall From The Sky Eternal For Those With Open Hands

sorry I can’t hear you I’m too busy wooahooo yippeeeee weeeeeee!!!!

Laying outside in the grass since late morning, read - drink - stare at the sky - repeat ad infinitum. Analyse birdcalls. Blonder, tanner, leaner, quieter, softer. There’s gonna be summer thunderstorms this evening but we’re hosting another big dinner. No time for a cig

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my lover my love my lover my love my lover my love my lover my love my lover my love my lover my love my lover my love my lover my love

Beseech thee read Excruciatingly Correct Behaviour

Longest thing any of us will ever work on is our own lives. Worlds most precious project

I listened to Aware by Kontinuum for the first time at 1am overlooking the tiny city in 2015. And well. It’s not been the same since.

Is it really a pilgrimage or are you returning to the scene of the crime?

cig morning