
it’s called “bobby campari’s midlife crisis (i.e. the moment he realized that neither the mustang convertible nor the pulp fiction suit was making him happy)”
it’s called “bobby campari’s midlife crisis (i.e. the moment he realized that neither the mustang convertible nor the pulp fiction suit was making him happy)”
At the Stros. Houston. Here it is in 1873.
A Kevin Hobster jawn (based on a photograph by Paul Harris).
flag was first flown on a warship in 1775 as a battle cry for American independence from British rule.
It’s okay to be scared of tequila, its blue agave plant, all the spikes, the pain, the blood, the bats that suck its flowers — those little gargoyles in the night, flying like action figures in teddy bear coats strapped to wings cut from car convertible roofs — as if god would wear anything else to The Met?
As it erases the landscape, watch the flags. And everything swirling in its “anvil”. And above the lightning and the rain that lives as its feet. If a vacuum cleaner was a nightmare, it would be a tornado.
It’s a thread.