i was part of a large symphonic orchestra, we had to play a composition for cotton swabs on glasses. completely screwed up the performance because of an injury in my right wrist.
afterwards guys in a black lamborghini drove through my mother’s garage and parked in the backyard. got into a fight and ended up winning by knocking them with their heads to the doorsteps.
yesterday i saw a car that looked like the one in my dream.
Beardman Stanley, collage, 2014
don’t you know you’re queen?
breakfast in the cemetery
home alone and listening to beat happening part II
how i love crappy music