i just moved into an artist studio apartment. it is ridonkulous!! here is a view from the front entry way. well, it’s all one big room, really. but hey.




also. i have don’t have the internet right now, so i apologize the posts have been so sparse. i have to steal it from others, and it makes me want to cry. ( * _ *)
“watching porn with wack and hizzle and i keep having dreams in the back of my head about baby deer and how sweet they are on the inside. and the dandelions and the cabonated drinks, the over-sized DJ headphones and m&m’s crunching underneath slippered hoofs. i see them during christmas time baking bread. zack walks nude with teva shoes through the sunset, glowing with a backlight, as that from a barn window or a galaxy snicker bar. her infectionitical vagina is seeping, professing self hatred and regret. chocolate milk moustaches on the face of a safari chieftains shall never solve any complicated riddle. perhaps sphinx and WAIT PAUSE ‘this cock has good mass’ CONTINUE shitballs the tangent is forever lost can she moan in no other voctave? damn the things i could fill my ears and accomplish WEAR WHERE is your confidence? as i lift my own tail to examine its state of droopedness between my legs. well at least it’s not piss this time. his balls seeping through the hole, between the thick board and her dead tongue. glimmer peaks from jewels to snow, the bangled birds land and sip warm leek soup. this jr. high stage set is actually starting to do something for me…bring me my toys darling! fucking darling who will never deserve me. yes, you secretly know who you are. I AM SERIOUS. and when i say the color elastics were seizing out with great velocity and attaching to my retinas, i was not suggesting mere fairytales. this was my mortal existence. —-awww shit. now i just want to touch myself.”
i am most certain that i would rather not know what was really going on that evening. but i can only imagine. hah. good times folks, good times.
why did the grandma cross the road?
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to get a piece of cheese.
hahah!
deep realization whilst sitting on top of the tallest “scariest” roller coaster at lagoon.
“i need more than this.”
“my needs are not being met.”
cedar point? six fags?
also. i am having an impromptu art show at nastalgia coffee. (248 east 100 south-salt lake city, ut) http://nostalgiacoffee.com —->it is mostly old, old work, but hey, you should come and buy it anyways so i can support my drug habits. hah i wish my habits were cool enough to involve drugs. but seriously, i really wasn’t joking about the buying part. seriously.