The Houses of Hancock Park: 450 N. Rossmore Ave: Part 2

we have been featured in the latest post from our brother blog, Houses of Hancock Park.

The Houses of Hancock Park: 450 N. Rossmore Ave: Part 2

we are excited to have been elevated in status from six-legged plebian to paris&tinkerbell

claw me like a cat, I'm beaming

bluish by animal collective makes me think of silver lake and driving on sunset boulevard, beautiful stretched-soul times from my rambunctiously dawning twenties

the pertinent question is

what would johnny weir do?

these things will make you complete

i had a lovely time at the bootleg tonight.

metric - raw sugar

mouthy

new languages

symptom of oral fixation?

someday, when i can speak russian, i am hopping on the trans-siberian railroad

oh look i can't even see my paw

ёжик

be good

it's a kind of...magical zebra...with wings

- stephane lambiel, on his costume

negra

we met a little black cocker spaniel named shadow. which got me to thinking about what you could call a white dog that follows you around, like lamb or halo, ghost, effluvial soul

doo doo doo

i had an okc account until i realized i fucking hate boys

go go gadget

holy moses, we've entered the 21st century

in this city

i would like most, to go to new orleans

life post-mortem

Я решу, когда подержу в руках.

mary

Five hackney droshkies stood on the avenue alongside the huge drumlike shape of a street pissoir: five sleepy, warm, gray worlds in coachman's livery; and five other worlds on aching hooves, asleep and dreaming of nothing but oats streaming out of a sack with a soft crackly sound.

chalfonte year two

they raise the rent until they chase you out

hot-n-fun

i wear my snobbery like a flotation tube, deflecting the dumb that tries to get too close