fflo | (no subject)

looks like a street here in brentwood. is this apts? or business?

it's an abandoned motel down u.s. 12 a piece, chicagoward.

i posted it feeling like it could be a capper for

fflo, which i feel i've been falling away from. but i don't really want to cap it off. just sometimes.

what's a capper? you don't mean like a truck capper?

ha. you know, in some coupla-sentences test i tested as moderately schizotypal. my therapist found that odd. i told her i thought it was because i answered yes to thinking people often seem not to know what the hell i'm talking about. :) (there was some other question that i think snared me there--- perceiving myself as being perceived as eccentric or not conventional in appearance, or something like that.)

no, i don't mean a shell for the back of the pick-up that is me. i meant a capper as in a final stone applied to the top, or a concluding episode, and the "

fflo" meant this blog.

but, speaking of the limitations of language, isn't it hard to have a simple relationship with it after a while? after you've known it in your own so many ways? isn't it hard to retain faith that it has much meaning, even when it's the thing that has the most of its kind of meaning, and even when it doesn't have to be the only meaning? it's just so squirrely, and faux black-and-white, and endlessly relative, and in the ear of the be-hearer.

if you know what i mean. ;)

huh?

:)

the bates motel? :)

is that you, mother?

mother! mother!

great picture. speaks volumes.