:you have to make the choice between the Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch and me
Soon I’m off to drink away Kine’s sorrows. Damn my hair looks good. I’m bleaching it again tomorrow, and shit I love myself. Music, money and expectations of a great weekend has turned me into a confident and shallow monster of smiles… still this is some terrible weather we’re having.
[the Banshees Juju album always crops up on my play lists at this time of year, and it's almost as fantabules as the beauty, the marvel, the splendour of my hair]
[the Banshees Juju album always crops up on my play lists at this time of year, and it's almost as fantabules as the beauty, the marvel, the splendour of my hair]