Of naive thoughts & innocent wants,

& so we ventured out of our comfort zone into a market in search for a treasure trove of studs to be welcomed by rolls & rolls of middle-aged men & women. Well, at least we know, no such thing. Only vicious sun. & boorish elephantine women, absolute motherfuckers. 

Denim, my latest fad. Endowed with studs & smooch badges. Let’s be gay!

 

O, & p!nk is stuck in my head.

I’m not dead just floating
Right between the ink of your tattoo
In the belly of the beast we turned into
I’m not scared just changing
Right beyond the cigarette and the devilish smile 
You’re my crack of sunlight

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