camera shy…on saturday night
damn thing won’t defuzz…whatever…. kiss kiss **deAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
damn thing won’t defuzz…whatever…. kiss kiss **deAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
repierced my lip. again. though the pain was less intense, or i was more numb than the last time…i had to take it out for a spindly job at a sport’s bar. then hacked a mini dot in my nostril for the balance…and though the living room is a far better place for the computer,…
guys. trash. boogers. brian said he would let me use the upper floors of his hotel/appartment so that i could paint. and the tattoo apprenticeship that got sucked into the drunken pools of vomit at my bar is still gonna happen goddamnit. i’m quitting. not appreciated. not givin a fuck. iam has become sort of…