turbo stone.

its the weekend. im flying to the lake.

facebook is insane about mj. texts are bangin my phone about mj. my sister wanted to marry mj in the 80s. let it be. love

quarantine.

it doesn't get much more chill than here. minus the lacking of babes.

that cart pumps.



this gem.








i've popped that zit on my nose 1000 times. i think its a birth tart.
globben stalked the soon to be barbies.


hollister is bangin these days.




keep unsafe. love

firnday. cpipe special.

coming live from the dungeon. seem to have caught a worse case of the turd flew. couch ridden. jacked ankle. death feels present.

ate a sandwich today. parts of it still in my nose from puking. may sue earls? may die. reeboot is on tv. love

adios turddd ...

rolled ankle. hungover. same thing tonight. seen a friend in a show earlier in the week. filming for some mtv show. jay fainted outside on the sidewalk.

i may look into being a director of short films.

everytime i see him his beard and hair keeps growing.




everywhere i go i have been seeing this salamander up everywhere. he's putting in the time.
salamander needs to drop a piece on this newly owned house. love

4 12 25 31 44.

work all day. my sisters had an extra ticket to coldplay. at least 300 babes there. i think a gay version of chris martin was trying to out dance the real dude 4 seats to the right of me.

almost seizure bright..
we had the last row. literally. im not kidding. but it was still good.
thanks again for the show.. love