this room looked like fuckin armageddon after two nights of four artists working there.
I will miss those times when fags tasted better and my lungs were so green.
We might die from medication but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane
Girl smelling like vomit. Ad Mortem Defecatum. Psychonautics. Offending people’s feelings. Stangers, friends, lovers. Ars bene moriendi, well…because I don’t see another way of dying.