December 2010
6 posts
Visceral Animal →
Graphic designer or god?
Troupeau Bleu
I wish I was a cigarette. Not just any cigarette, one stuffed with opium and hash, with a smidgen of tobacco, whose smoker was listening to French jazz and sipping gin, and laughing and spilling forth Galician in cute bursts from softly parting lips, at a party where everyone was an intellectual, and smiling, and oh, the dazzling young faces!