Where We Go, What We Do, What We See, How We Feel

Eating blueberry ice cream crepes in a casino in Las Vegas

Shitting jalepeno seeds on a cruise ship on the Caribbean

My tummy turns over like a lightning bolt at the speed of sound

The blood in her head looks great on her dress, but I don't say a word
and I don't say a word

Ants on the asphalt boil like gold in your teenager's throat

We, who afford the luxury, we inherit the world and its money

You know what gets my goat, a tower of perfectly balanced oranges
and a man too young to know he's old