I want to build a house with Richard Brautigan up on the third floor.
Looking out a large window at open land hands on the windowsill.
Wearing that old hat that old vest those old glasses.
He looks good.
"…something like the supervisor of an entire team of political agents…"
I want to build a house with Richard Brautigan up on the third floor.
Looking out a large window at open land hands on the windowsill.
Wearing that old hat that old vest those old glasses.
He looks good.
wha?
what part lost you? The old hat? That old vest? Those old glasses?
I used to live on the second floor of just such a house in the UC Med neighborhood in SF (near 9th and Judah) – it was one half of a sprawling two-house collective that spanned a one block intervening difference (and later three- and four- more loosely knit houses spread over a wider area – at one point there were loose plans for an informal light-monorail solution and a debate on whether it should run both clockwise and counterclockwise between the stations).
yes i am talking about geebers.
i imagine that you have the third floor door locked and only you have the key.