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Good morning #skyporn

Convict Lake. Mammoth Lakes, CA.  How the West Was Won (1962).

Convict Lake. Mammoth Lakes, CA. How the West Was Won (1962).

Manhattan Beach Pier.  Perfectly gloomy.

Manhattan Beach Pier. Perfectly gloomy.

Urban Light x 2 (at Chris Burden: Urban Light @ LACMA)

Urban Light x 2 (at Chris Burden: Urban Light @ LACMA)

"Be yourself" is about the worst advice you can give some people. 😋

"Be yourself" is about the worst advice you can give some people. 😋

Heathers (1988) “What’s your damage, Heather?” w/ @trinaluz cc: @deltabravourbex

Heathers (1988) “What’s your damage, Heather?” w/ @trinaluz cc: @deltabravourbex

Ron is trying to steal my birthday cupcake.  @cherbare

Ron is trying to steal my birthday cupcake. @cherbare

Sometimes people come into your life for only a short time to teach you lessons you didn’t yet know you needed to learn. #latergram Manhattan Beach Pier

Sometimes people come into your life for only a short time to teach you lessons you didn’t yet know you needed to learn. #latergram Manhattan Beach Pier

You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.