A Post About Things I'm Just Not Saying
A post about an oatmeal cookie not being lunch is a terrible post.
Fine. I was just here:

And on the beach here:

And admiring the derricks here:

And talking to somebody interesting under the Turrell "Skyscape" here:

And, right, there was here:

In other news, text messages sent between the hours of 1:30 a.m. and 4 are rarely anything but odd.
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okay - I'll ask. where was "here"?
speaking of after-hours text messages: as an IT manager a few years back, I responded to a page with a completely incoherent text message - without ever waking up. Best of all, it's all archived...
don't tell me about archives. my archives are...wrong.
"here"=fucking-stunning-ville. that's where.
(coast of oregon.)
compostland for part of it. (seattle.)
not in my brain, happily=most of it.
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