paparazzi shot
woke up wearing a kimono and still drunk. contemplating finishing the sailor jerry’s next to this bed. good morning, chicago.
“Alright, listen, you need to stop entertaining sexual fantasies about me. Because it’s not happening. We’re not boning.” — Me, after multiple shots of tequila, to a 16 year old boy who told my friend he wanted to “fuck” me in my dootyhole.
What’s the weather today?
“It is strange that we had to wait for the dreams of colonized peoples in order to see that, on the vertices of the pseudo triangle, mommy was dancing with the missionary, daddy was being fucked by the tax collector, while the self was being beaten by a white man.” — Deleuze & Guattari, Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia
Pic related:
In a charter bus, on my way to Chicago, still out of it from last night’s/this morning’s activities and ready to paint the town red tonight with Senor Cuervo.
are you going to do when you get out of jail?
Oh, how I miss you Seoul.
Epin!
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