when am i going to finish the porch? or the pedal power? or the bar? omg this list goes on long enough to take up a whole wall of my bedroom (literally)
it’ll take me longer if i keep nipping off for adventures – like my night at the valencian fallas. a frenzy of plastic burning with flames reaching higher into the sky than 5 storey appartment buildings. plus firecrackers, churros, americans in trees and crude songs chanted at “maricon” firemen who then retaliate by spraying you with their mighty hose.
oh, and an enormous and wonderful moon