Draw your own symbolism from this
23 June 2006 at 8:26 pm

There is no grass in our lawn. Only weeds. I went to pick up Damien's poo and started tearing up a few weeds and pretty soon, there was nothing left. Everything that I thought was grass was weed (and not the good kind) and everything that I thought was weed was too deep-rooted to even dig out. We don't have a backyard. We have a shit- and weed-infested area that happens to exist on our property.

Pictures and thoughts on LA later.

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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.