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storiesandsuchthings:

Michael Curtis Houck


Do you remember the
frist time we spent the night
together in our new
home? We rolled around all
night on a makeshift bed
of blankets thrown over
the hardwood. When we woke
the sun was hot on our
faces because we had
not put curtains up yet.  
We ate breakfast off of
paper plates. It was
the closest we have been
to camping.  

jesusfuckingmahoney:

Is a liquid. It cannot be computerized. 

storiesandsuchthings:

Michael Curtis Houck

Hanna-Barbera Cartoons,
Ice cream,
Nicotine, 
and Rolling Thunder;
These are the things
That remind me of you,
Father.