Hey Portland It's that weird chick that lives in the background and kinda freaks you out but might be cool. I have a message from this little SE apartment I feel lucky have and share. Maybe we should stop...like doing any of this shit. Why are we having our dish soap and hand towels delivered by the same company that delivered that shitty dress that didn't fit and that gift you got for your dad that he's yet to even open. In fact there is a lot of unopened shit. Or maybe you opened it and immediately put it in that back corner of your garage or your storage unit you pay to store shit that's never used while some people don't even have a little apartment your unused shit is cozy and warm. I don't get it. We don't have to do any of this! We can all just share and fuck and make art and dance and kiss and come to terms with the fact we will all die and lay in the sun and read books and swim and sew our shirts and be kind to each other and live with our friends so we can all work less and do work we enjoy, that actually fucking matters and doesn't just help to sell more garbage. How about we all enjoy this life before we are all consumed by the ground that holds us! FUCK! ...Anyway ...I love you.