Spent a lot of nights listening to steel guitars and torching reds and when the supply runs low: camels in order to see these thru. These bags came together with mild amounts of experimentation throughout. I am a professional dropout. I know nothing. From the workbench I can see the sun die over the sea and the boats carry loads from a-to-b.
I have taken a number of years off the machine to raise flesh. It’s been wild and everything it needs to be to put me right here. I live somewhere between semi-pro and retired. havent been able to pin it down so I made some more bags.
These ones are special. Money can’t talk but these open mouths everywhere they go.
They’re saying the robots are out to get us. i say come try. fuck them all. fullstop. get some miles under the belt before our air gets taxed. walk to the hills and bring a good bag along.
