the last time i saw that big boy statue was when david lynch took the winner of his contest there for a lunch. i forgot what he ordered--it certainly wasn't meat. lynch is quite cognizant of slaughter practices--which is why trucks of logs (i.e. bodies) open and close blue velvet. murder and banality.
i used to live right by that pier. i like how it forms the end of highway 10.
perhaps once i rode on the wheel. my cousin was in town. i remember i told myself i'd always be down on the beach... but i got to working like all the other lost souls. happily i've retired now--just like you, sam.
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the last time i saw that big boy statue was when david lynch took the winner of his contest there for a lunch. i forgot what he ordered--it certainly wasn't meat. lynch is quite cognizant of slaughter practices--which is why trucks of logs (i.e. bodies) open and close blue velvet. murder and banality.
i used to live right by that pier. i like how it forms the end of highway 10.
perhaps once i rode on the wheel. my cousin was in town. i remember i told myself i'd always be down on the beach... but i got to working like all the other lost souls. happily i've retired now--just like you, sam.
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