So I am off to California for a brief spell to investigate new ogrismo. It should be abundant. LA and San Fransisco can be off the charts bizarre with a good plethora of weirdos and freaks. Huge trees, hippies, junkies, schizo homeless, dramatic coastlines, giant fake boobs, blond hair bleached so many times it whistles, MAWs (model actress whatever), Asian food, and hopefully a visit to the Troubadour. I am looking forward to some fresh ogurt. And what better place than LA?
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Zachary Culbertson // May 16, 2009 at 12:25 pm |
Excellent!I included a path to Ogurt on my blog.I have been enjoying late night walks alone on empty Louisville streets with silent lightning storms.I made sure to stop by Saint Martin’s at 4:30am-a lovely tourist destination! Various hauntings inspire me here in this tree infested river town.
adamogron // May 22, 2009 at 3:45 am |
I felt the same way in ‘Frisco walking through the parks watching homeless men run a make shift brokerage market with plastic bottles. Sort of a wall street for super ogurts. It was awesome. Frisco rules!