Category Archives: hippies

Textual Feeling: Mind Fucked

b: so, showering and hygiene in general is really more of nuisance then it’s worth.

me:  SEE.  I TOLD YOU.

b: you should write a book.  you are so full of worldly wisdom.

me:  i know this.

typically b isn’t this nice to me.  so i felt warm and fuzzy inside.  but for like one fucking minute because then it felt like a trap.

like he was setting me up.

which he probably was.  

he was probably slyly accusing me of being a dirty fucking hippie because i don’t like to shower.  which is fine.  because that’s also why i love camping.  no one judges you when you don’t shower because  you’re “roughing it.”


look at me and lincoln “roughing it:”

we're so greasy.

back to the task at hand.  i’m pretty sure b was just mind fucking me by back-handedly complimenting me with a masked insult that contained insinuations that i don’t shower (which i totally wouldn’t if it were more socially acceptable).


i’m having mini cucumber sandwiches for lunch.


The Day I Made the Milwaukee Public Market My Bitch

as a rule – i dislike milwaukee.

but i’ve discovered one redeeming quality.
the milwaukee public market.

it’s like sensory, hipster overload.  and i loved every minute of it.

nom nom nom

carrot cake.

i wanted to eat and buy everything.

see below:

i would love to.

love me some wisconsin.

flower power.

delicious daisies.

a day wouldn’t be complete without some cheese sampling.  don’t even get me started on the lunatic that just about knocked Foy and i out of the way in her haste to get to the cheese.

they didn't have swiss. fucking bullshit.

obey the sign.

then we found this fucking hipster with a badass fucking shirt.

love me a good serial killer t-shirt.

and hot damn.  these little nuggets are fantastic.

so many buddhas.


i wish i was going back soon.
but it’ll probably be a year till i journey back to that godforsaken city.

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