An audible disarray of hundreds of pairs of slippers, sneakers, and heels shuffle while mobile devices utter their faint and recognizable chimes. The hot Hawaiian breeze is infused with senseless chatter. The people, many. The line, long. And the solar beast in the sky is having a bake fest. Note to self, bring a fucking umbrella. Because it’s not raining. Continue reading Godzilla 2014
The Salt On My Skin 