A coded monday afternoon. we began in the sun. feeding our need for the vitamins only mexico has, spinning disks and spliffs gave a twist of theme. bob marley and the hack. guitar and a friend. guitar and a girl. friend? Endless meaningful wasting of time. marrying the outdoors and alaska to the future. four square, stupidity, and savage raccoons chased us from the nail. Drawing, in graphite, the long stem and a window to beauty and sex appeal that appears to be closing but always remains open. Often something worse for the body than the soul. sometimes the other way around. Cell phones and loving the past just as much as the present. tired eyes, mind, spirit... rest for another day to begin with higher hopes.... 7 REM cycles!!!