"We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers...also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of budweiser, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls...but the only thing that worried me was the ether. There was nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge..."

- Hunter S. Thompson

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

she's walking through the clouds

Photography by Kelly Carpenter

I want this tattoo, it's so beautiful. Just the word dream-catcher in itself makes me drift off to dazed fantasies.



Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind

- Jimi Hendrix, Little Wing
these lyrics describe me on a hazy day perfectly - world/picture association could not be better...
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