Noises hit my eardrums as I acquire a caffeine anxiety moment. I feel very agitated, very alone. I’m wanting an avocado to eat.
The baby cries, the travelers clip their bags as they observe the surrounding with virgin eyes. I’m wanting an avocado to eat.
I am anticipating my jaunt to the beach as I explode on a journey to this new bookstore. Jim Morrison used to live here… come on baby light my fire. I’m wanting an avocado to eat.
The parent refuses the child’s request to carry her. How the parent should always cherish wanted affection… it will soon end. I’m wanting an avocado to eat.
I’ve got this fuckin phone attached to my extended fingers. Fuck it I think… loan after loan… ha ha where does this wave take me? I’m wanting an avocado to eat.
They are so fresh in California.
Venice coffee shop
12.27.06