ode to bus house
Hey mom, I met a guy. He lives in a bus in the woods. The beginning of Bus House, to […]
Read more →Hey mom, I met a guy. He lives in a bus in the woods. The beginning of Bus House, to […]
Read more →We bought a 20 foot container yesterday. We shelled out a pile of cash on a pile of metal that […]
Read more →A tickle in my brain, a thought, while flicking a finger over a phone screen, eyes cataloging scraps of thoughts […]
Read more →A dream, both solid and tenuous in nature. Shared, designed, planned, foreseen, and seen. With heart and eyes wide open, […]
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