gonzo steez (sans adrenachrome).

my body is full of talking points ready to throw up. what to focus on. how to focus. then focused, how to maintain such once i open it up for others to chime in on. and once open, ideas upon ideas upon possibilities upon ambition upon execution grows like hundreds of branches on a tree that i'm just learning how to care for. it's growing so fast.

and then there's everything else.

love is a funny thing. i have a bone to pick with society. well, normally i'd just take a deep breath whenever i observe the realities of what the "system" accomplishes (i.e. counter-productivity). but today, a.k.a. a mélange de menstruation, monday, champagne, my experience with word association, chill vibes, and 80º weather, the societal observations got to me. consumer shit has come to measure love.

okay, i'm not going to get into it.

it's just a lot of people seem to have a hard time loving themselves these days.

and fairytale happiness is like crack for a couple of my girls. i'm being dramatic i know. or denial is a tiara covered in shiny diamonds.

or your boobs are five times bigger than mine. you win.

alright alright. easy does it. i love you.

the far bar.

on market st & san fernando rd.



q sizzling next to the heater post bath.
dave:"quirina, it's like 75º outside."
she's a true l.a. girl.

1st & olive.

lunch with gail

and coco at her man's restaurant.

dough.

mark & ness at mexico city.

church in los feliz.

134 west.

jeff & brad.



john, capricorn aquarius. and sydney.


dinner with mia & mills.

ocean & broadway.


miauhaus.