i have a long sad story to write about how last night i hung out with some old ex-marine dudes next to a laundromat in the tenderloin while they smoked crack and talked about their children who don’t want to see them anymore
A GREEK TRAGEDY IN THREE PARTS:



love ya summer!!!
p.s. as any non-poser will tell you, it’s actually “traitor joe’s” because, as i explained to my beautiful friends in motor city who hate my guts: “. . . [traitor joe] betrayed his friends, so the story goes, and named his eccentric chain of grocery stores thusly to make amends for his shameful past.”
lol ok i’m going to mercifully eject myself from the surface of the planet now. bye!!!

are you happy now, you cake-eating sons of bitches???
see y’all in dee-troit next month!!!


“cries and whispers”, 2018
lol
AND THEN SHE SAID THE ANCIENT PHRASE:
“WE ARE LIKE THE DREAMER WHO DREAMS,
AND THEN LIVES INSIDE THE DREAM. . . .
BUT WHO IS THE DREAMER?”
man i love it when a t-shirt smells like someone else


well sure: life is meaningless. but i got a haircut in koryo village and my friend jackleen gave me a nintendo 64 shirt and i got a hot date in san francisco tomorrow so yeah dude whatever!!!! cuz this world is an absolute prison but you can make your cell as nice as you want!!!!




stars on all my clothes
i am starbaby!!!!



lol i love you laura
