I used to think watercress in soup would save me one day. What else the fancy people ate thinking of Le Cirque in my mind knowing I’m CIA trained somewhere in my journeys. I took 4 classes and they said I pass. .and I wonder where flavor comes from in my life. People telling me my like a soap opera or telenovela and I never talked about the secret philanthropy or artist side. How much music I’ve sat on, books. From shitty series to elsewise considered Masterpieces now..it means a lot. Even if it sit at my house scared to get arrested during another bath or pot charge, I can at least mention the medication is doing me well.
And that’s all a bitter end to knowing how billionaires function: they like to control the playlist. shitty white guy tunes it is for now. it’s friendly and we’ve been doing this awhile and he’s really been there for me music wise since Johnny’s been gone. Sacred words. Tombs for me.
petrichor - archive 