I can eat lava.
You terrify the land / You are pestle and mortar / Your first love’s new order:Mother Nature’s Son / King Of The Everglades: Population 1 /I write poetry for myself! / I write poetry for myself… — Destroyer
Puff, puff pass fuckers. This is one day late and you know why (cough).
The TTR is back. Mad tilt.
Big week around these parts. HUGE!
Oh, you don’t have a book out? Really? It says so right here on Amazon. Only a limited amount available in hard cover. Just doing your best work eh? Jazz hands to your face. JHTYFF!
Heard they had a Fleshlight tied to an outdoor pole for public use at Burning Man. Yum. ‘Bout time, ‘bout time.
Smooth jazz is the new EDM.
Getting a hair cut on Friday…big day….BIG DAY.
Seriously what happened to Less Jepson? He probably got tuna handles.
You know, if I was a waiter at the Four Season and Steve Jobs ordered a fresh squeeze orange juice from me I’d make him drink it, even if there was pulp on the rim. No send backs.
I saw Fetty Wap on the pool deck of the JW over SXSW. Trap Queen hadn’t dropped yet. Who knew? He wasn’t one to be stared at. So I had a chardy.