Category: the one language that everyone speaks
the beautiful poem
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking
about you.
Pissing a few moments ago
I looked down at my penis
affectionately.
Knowing it has been inside
you twice today makes me
feel beautiful.
3 A.M. january 15, 1967
reprinted in THE PILL VERSUS THE SPRINGHILL MINE DISASTER
by RICHARD BRAUTIGAN
sometimes feeling lost is a necessary rite of passage .
find your own sins
definitely joined a cult for the weekend.
celebrated my dear friend MATT RISING’s birthday in a magical forest + brought along the essentials : good people, good food, good music + good love.
we all took full advantage of the yurt over the course of our 24-hour stay.
some more than others.
KESH + i had the pleasure of driving up to the forest with newest member to our triumvirate: JUSTIN GILYANI
MOËT + dino kale
it came time to turn the cameras off, almost.
+ then the day began to blur.
it felt pretty much like this.
i woke up with a gnarly burn, the origins of which i couldn’t pinpoint. perhaps the underground oven. who can be sure?
happy birthday MATTY.
do you feel that ?
already in the throes of a december to remember.
never thought i’d actually go inside, but i ended up stumbling in here after a night at LA REGINE just a few doors down. checked off my list + don’t think i’ll be returning.
