STAZZYFIT

tonight, i ran full sprint after a trolley that couldn’t be bothered, even in spite of—well, a lot. it has been as long as i can remember since i could recall doing the thing that i once told myself privately i loved truly, maybe even the most. like so many things, those things came and went, ebbed,

you ever just.... ??? take 1 i live on a street where noise infiltrates. even a mad man came by, it was day into night, you won’t believe what happened next. take 2 the FBI ding’ed dong’ed ditch-ed us. all we wanted was a night of that quiet places somewhere inside me lit a fire oxygen in short supp

title: affiniti song: drained—suhnrize emotional tempo: urban emote atmosphere: beauty going under

some doors from around the neighborhood

The previous record for snow in the French Quarter ( or maybe just the New Orleans at large) was 8 inches. We got over a foot…. so that’s unnerving, but here’s the shots to prove it these jazz lessons. I don’t think these lessons ever imagined having this much snow in their head again what do I know