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Thursday
power flower
Tomorrow I go to Vancouver. Then I go to San Francisco. Then I go to L.A.
Then to Coachella. Then I go back to San Francisco.
I've got my flowers all ready to put in my hair,
some gentle people lined up to meet there,
and right now I'm at home drinking without care,
but spilling everywhere.
Due to my wardrobe's accumulation and it currently consisting of
about 90% chiffon,I am slowly but surely becoming
a light packer.
Watch the video above of megababe Nastassia and get in the mood to groove.
-R
Labels:
desert,
San Francisco,
travel
Wednesday
Mac Demarco
The first time I met Mac was when he crashed my birthday party this year,
he was with the band so it was alright. We were discussing Four Loko on my decrepit
front porch and about drinking it in California and getting messed up. Then he started talking
about being internet famous and getting paid that way and I thought that was cool.
Turns out Pitchfork rated his new shit 7.2, which is pretty damn fine.
His music is good and he is nice and cool and so are his friends, check him out.
PEACE
B.
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