poetry
we were walking down catalpa carrying an old chair we smoked some grass the chair was knoll we passed by an old continental funny that the lake was ahead, frozen over looked like a chocolate shell cracked, like all of us you said it looked like the end of the
aew
Last year was disappointing to say the least. Running around in circles ultimately in vain. Connections severed or muddied or left incomplete. Mostly a year of befuddlement and pain. Oftentimes the two were linked. The combination of the two has left me in a position where I have more questions
poetry
the window is ajar it almost sounds like white noise keeping me awake the garbage smell washed away along with my plans for later and my boots everyone wore five years ago we all end up washed hard gear rendered soft just to turn hard the next day brittle to
moodboard
Pretty self-explanatory to be honest. Here's four photos I happened to take during the past two weeks.
authenticity
Oh damn. Anywho let's go Mr. Cardamom. That's a fire nickname like y'all remember when Christopher Daniels was Curry Man?
poem
Something light. Maybe heavy in places. Like a fresh mozzarella slice.
bruce lee
Bruce Lee was on some bullshit
ghana
And some words, too!
nyc
they didn't!!!!!
poetry
Sometimes this is the form through which raw thoughts are espoused.
fashion
I actually do like these pants a lot
poetry
it had saffron and tahini the latter giving it life the former giving an extra two bucks it was divine while it lasted like everything else it fell apart too quickly the stains are still there