Saturday, October 17, 2009

ragoo

" I got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the plane. If you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same."

shit.
I took the bus for the first time in five years. standing in the cold never felt so liberating. sort of like my situation; i left "prematurely". what does that word even mean?
I'm addicted to tattoos; legitimately- 3 in 3 weeks, jeeze.

my apartment smells like freedom and studio cigarettes.

maudis criss!







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