Thursday, January 16, 2014

Journal entry from a road trip to Portland

I love the writing on bathroom walls. I love the crudely drawn dicks, the "call for a good time"s the name and the proclamations of love. They make me feel alive, real, connected to humanity. They make me any to shall "I fell in love with a blue eyed girl" on a dirty wall in my best cursive, so other travelers will know that I exist, that I am real, that I love.

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