BY ZRCL @misseckhaus


Our first and last walk uphill was for possession of two yellowing plums, she said. No, two brown flowers, he said. Okay. Two Brown Flowers. We climbed slowly toward the house of destiny. No,no, the temple of chance. The other direction two stones rolled downhill, she said. Billiard balls. They were billiard balls, he said. Oh yes, I recall. It was exactly then, that I made fun of your sunburn, she said and dropped the plums, he said. When you made so much out of nothing. -M. Yakich
"'One day you and I and this will all turn to dust.'he said, she said, they said."
-P. Thek

"IDENTIFYING AS 'ANGELICA'" AT LES PUCES DE SAINT-OUEN

FEELING REALLY WAVY FEELINGS ABOUT OBJECTS N' COMMERCE IN PARIS. AFTER BEING HORRIBLY DISAPPOINTED BY THE COLETTE CARNAVAL (ASIDE FROM THE BLESS BOOTH) 

 
I HAD A MIND BLOWING DAY AT THE LES PUCES DE SAINT OUEN FLEA. 






AU REVOIR PARIS
ALSO, I CANT GET OVER MY BOI ALEX'S (@beagL_worship69) recent tweet: "#memories playing 'rugrats' with the neighborhood kids, tied upforced to suck poops out of an old dog's ass, identifying as 'Angelica."