spent the last few days in madrid lounging around making art
roses lemon verbeena kief mint powder music sound drums voice sing dance bang on things with impromptu drum sticks heartbreak heart resurrection beer beer beer wine laughter cookies for breakfast stomach still fucked
little bird that cant fly sitting on my head for an hour
saw nothing of the city but the inside of my head, the velvet underground box set photos, a girl who looks just like moira, and mc escher prints
oh AND...it seems that men in southern europe and north africa have made a hobby of telling me that they are going to travel to nyc and marry me. this happens so often that my dreams are infected with marriage proposals and even marriage threats that i can not escape.
in other news i have a new band. me emilie and gemma = dont touch my car, my car is red but dont touch my car
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