exposed cerebral cortex of a proletariat bike slut

hooold up.

my new painting is coming from tel aviv.

so it’s probably some Jewish slut starving artist’s hand upon the canvas.

I just came. evvverywhere.

could I be any more of a loser? I’m curled up in bed on thursday night, happily switching between ebay, a world atlas, and a book about a woman traveling through gaza.

what has my life turned into…ahh I love it.

Is it bad that all I think about while I’m drunk out partying now is that I’d rather be reading? hello senior year, end to alcohol binges. maybe.

end soliloque.