Tuesday, April 10, 2012

On Reaching Nirvana





Easter is my favorite holiday cos it means getting presents you always want. Plus Russian babes. New mates. New music. New movies. New conversations. New flowers (violets). New travel dreams (bali, japan, hawaii, big sur commune retreat). Sleep ins. Late late nights. Beach rollies. Red lipstick cures hangover. Malibu smelling hair does not. Polaroid analysis at 4am. Beautiful women speaking French in my house and a white boy singing Wu-Tang in my bed.

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