Fuck you all, I am king

[idan_cohen]

It's been a hellish of a month, scavvered, dirty-full. Yesterday I rocked out at a Goergian pub in Tel Aviv, later we sat with the staff beneath a pink neon sign which writ; To The Place Where Your Heart Lies, I Have Yet To Travel. Meditation in the grass on Rotchild, who cares if stared. The movement is thus; open hands, acceptance, connection to

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[idan_cohen]

Your mom isn't a noun.