Im still trying to process that Natalie Brooke/Dizgo set. Dirty ass Carini and Frankenstein. And they trolled the shit out of us with that 2001. I heard sounds I didnt know i could hear last night. 😳❤️❤️❤️
Waitin' on George. Charles is the bee. George is a human. Look, if I have to keep stopping to explain things maybe we skip the story and just got to bed.
Woodwork people. The one's that emerge from nowhere. Tribes made of all the flavors. I still hold hope sacred. I haven't done drugs, im just happy to play the game coach.
Im camp mom 😭 natural cycle of life i guess. I stuffed some homegrown peppers. Let's feed the degens. I wouldn't trade this goofy ass life for the world.
Its wild being able to be surrounded be people, lights, and music. Like full on overstimmed but walk 6 minuets left and be in a dark, toasty little shell.
