"Bought some weed yesterday but threw it out in the ravine behind the house.
When I got home today I went out there and dug around till I found some.
Yesterday was fucked. Today was so-so.
I now notice the possibility that I may become nothing. That I may just piss it all away. But God must know me and see more for me but what the hell do I know? I just spin around and wander.
Lord how I crave pure beauty!"
Los Osos #47
Los Osos, California 2007
