Friday

once


Nothing I wanted to steal, well, nothing you could touch.
Moon over the Hook.

Eating well this weekend at the Phunny Pharm Phestival.
Never heard of it? Consider that a statement of your character, ambition, arrest record and ability to move bodies.
May also be that you run in clean, safe, circles.


Nothing I could touch.
I get it.



Here, have some soup.

See ya, fucking up this weekend.

No comments:

Post a Comment