Twenty Mysteries, Pt. 1

thanks to her we all must die

I'm fucked up and I'm lookin for some groupie love

LABJ

Astral Projections

Cool World situation.

Teenagers forever.

Party girls, Valhalla 2009.

Summer skies.

let the sea roar.

I'll wait for you, papi

Ancient scriptures from a distant past

You need to be schooled and worked

Choose teams.

City Slickers situation.

I seen another world.

LA Fever.

They say I got brains, but they aint doin me no good.

I'm bad news, a real mess.

Missing Bunny.

Missing Bunny.

Pet Sounds, revisited.

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older?

Then we wouldn't have to wait so long.

Long lost hate mail and a weird visit.

Today I went to the cemetery with a strange boy I was trying to impress. We were searching for Bruce Lee's final resting place. When I got home, I grabbed my copy of Bruce Lee Fighting Spirit and found some expired hate mail inside:

“Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.” - Bruce Lee

Live Long and Prosper

The horoscope books warned against it, but we went to the movies anyway.

We drank from the same straw, and I've been bummed ever since.

Looking Back.

I love you, Snake Plissken.

Hopelessly Devoted

I have been in love for two weeks. It is one of the most ultimate bummers. I tried to cast a psychedelic love spell on the boy I desire. Two days later I googled "love spells" and found this:

Whatever.