existensial crisi #37: heart of the sunrise - yes

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand...The Freak Out

I awoke this morning on a couch in Burlingame, in an empty apartment, with a swollen jaw. I have no objective, no ambition, no ideas, no drugs. No content, no patience, no mindset, no meal. I might call my father to hear the end result of Giovanni and Malu. I must call Lizzie, Charley, Jing, Sunny, Daniel, Megan for complicated reasons that are ( Read more... )

for superhero pictures, use heedpants.

RATATAT


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I am ciggless, broke to dust, and plauged by my own internal clock. So don't be surprised if you see me staggering around at sunrise, sucking the niccotine from a urin stained thumb.

tit beiu beiub eiubbb ddj tit ti pina PINA pou you
geeeou gggeeeeow pitini beouounu dee dee deeenee
if you gimme a look i'm gonna get a book uuuuh
peneeeenenenenenownownowno penenenenenenonononowww
dunununnununuenenenenenenenenenn n n n n n n enow baaabaw

a much prettier set of nine


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