Go home crackers. Gentrification is colonialism.
Seen at Lake Merritt.
GENTRIFICATION IS COLONIALISM
it’s all happening!!
I still can’t wrap my brain around this. You mean so much to me. No one can replace the countless nights of secret talk sessions and cuddle parties, the terrible jokes and long cries, or the nights of jumping on my bed screaming blink lyrics till the sun came up. As soon as we laid eyes on each other we knew that the other simply understood. No ones ever got me the way you got me. No ones ever made me feel the way you made me feel. No one is you, Myk, no one.
I saw him at a party at 3 am the night before he died. He was leaving, and I was coming. With my phone in one hand and some whiskey in the other, feeling kinda amped up that late at night, we had a brief exchange. You know, the casual kind of party encounters, the drunken, blurry, “Hey, it’s good to see you!” kind of conversations that happen while everybody’s fiending for more party or more booze or more sleep, but definitely not more of the same. But, actually, it was good to see him, with 30 people crowded on the street under the freeway on 36th street, and it didn’t occur to me as he got on his bike and wandered into the crowd that the little half hug and, “Later! See ya round!” was the last time I’d see him. Maybe it was the last time anyone would see him, and maybe I was the last person he said bye to at that party, or maybe I wasn’t. But all I know is that it sure as fuck didn’t feel like the last goodbye, and I wish that it hadn’t been.
So the thirsty ass sus ass stupid racist bitch that wrote that shit about me on the Ruby Room bathroom wall just sent me this ^^^ bitch, I recognize your handwriting! Eyewitnesses have you at the scene of the crime! PM for deets~
Deadeningly mundane. She’s begun to feel like a housewife in her bohemian life, which is ironic given her disdain for the commonplace in her day to day, yet somehow all the sparkles have faded back to complacency and ennui. Strolling … Read more →
The older I get, the more okay I am with doing nothing with my life, artistically or otherwise. I’ve come to learn too late that success in an artistic field is just a product of hard ball business tactics, and … Read more →
I’m worthy of being shit talked on the Ruby Room bathroom wall. I love you to whoever takes time out of their day to be concerned with me and what I’m doing. This is how I know it’s real! I got fans!!