Nob Hill, San Francisco (by Dave Glass)
I want to see this soon.
One of my favorite places.
Cartoon Blues
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Post-teenage apocalyptic dreamer. Punk rock pixie earth baby. I'm addicted to the unexpected, the broken, the well-written, and the unknown. The night is where I dwell and thrive. Don't ever listen to me, I don't know anything. Anything at all.
Lost inside my mind, not looking to be found.
"I can connect/ Nothing with nothing/ The broken fingernails of dirty hands/ My people humble who expect/ Nothing."
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