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me and my hottie ranking our hottie zohran

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from gq cover shoot at gab

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It's locked. I'll have to find another way in.

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would have reblogged this ten years ago but now it’s my spring sunday

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A damaged lying Buddhist statue is pictured inside a pagoda following an earthquake in Mandalay, Myanmar, April 3. REUTERS/Stringer

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i think they used to sell food down here but I could be confusing it with another dark stick punked bar basement. i know i have been here before but i never know when. always remember with who.

the bartender charged our stoned eyes four dollars for two club sodas and one miller high life to share. we sat in the back and talked about what life would be like in the mountains. when she would have lunch by the river.

night out with miss kylie to recharge me for eternity.

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looking at the flies on her roof

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from my first-day-on-prozac-walk in prospect park earlier this week

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With everyone

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transit information screens at the 7th avenue station, the one sitting pretty beneath the chaos of flatbush ave, splitting the border of prospect heights and park slope, glitching to the sounds of a one-string-missing electric guitar being played on the platform

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a quick and angry storm passed through while we ate at the greek taverna on the astoria story book corner. the day had been so long and everybody else in there was old and silent so we just sort of looked at each other and laughed quietly about unsaid things i cannot remember now. after the kind hearted matter of fact speaking woman smoked a cigarette or two under the awning for something like twenty, she gave us green grapes and we split the bill. the car was around the corner so we ran walked under the umbrella of the leather jacket she wears year round. it was already seven thirty and we still needed to hold each other in heavenly silence on the couch back in brooklyn. as soon as we buckled, into the seats and into each other, the rain stop and the sky opened up to say good night.

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the homie devin at his debut show last night

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building my gallery wall from scraps

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Apollonia Saintclair

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cloudy morning in venice last week.

got a massage from a man in a hut on the boardwalk and ate a vaguely italian sandwich.

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abandoned house in kentucky, last spring

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airplane peephole over colorado