Morning glory, a cigarette and coffee in complete silence.
In my room, scattered across the floor like little islands are plates stacked with crumbled ice cream wrappers and empty cigarette packs. I’m down to my last 4 cigarettes for the record. Still waiting for the tide to turn into a tsunami and cast me ashore, where I will live the rest of my days drinking coconut milk untill kingdom comes. When Kim Kardashians selfie book turns into a bestseller, which I suspect it will, it’s game over for humanity. Our prosperity is reflected in our belly fat and empty eyes.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, yes.
Fear and loathing in the supermarket.
Laying on a white leather couch with nothing but a leopard blanket wrapped around my sexy body, legs crossed, Mozart on the stereo, thinking up schemes on how to achieve world peace by implementing simple measures that bring forth the alturistic side of human nature.
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Mud wrestling match between Bono and Steven Seagal, each player respectively fights for his right to party. Meanwhile I’m elsewhere eating pancakes and listening to Lionel Richie. Time is a flat tire rolling downhill. All night long baby. We’re going to party. Fiesta. Observing the Fibonacci sequence in the inflated lips of a reality star. Set your troubles on fire and don’t forget to eat your donoughts. I’m climbing Mount Everest with a dismembered real doll and some matches that don’t work in my backpack. I sleep 12 hours a day. Forever dreaming.
"Performance piece" where I wear a white suit and drink redbulls excessively while doing acrobatics.