not to be understood
my bedroom in late morning
and thus, it was a sad evening when the happily stoned girl went to the fridge and poured a glass of milk—-a glass of milk that was to remain forever alone, as the five layer bars had already been consumed.
My piece for the ‘Wun & Dun’ show this Friday at Moksha in Seattle, WA.
"*sirens wailing* Is it just me, or have there been like five gunshots today?"
me, to chloe
the light of my life, fire of my loins samiy has graduated. i’m so stoked! time to get liquored up.