Once off the train and on our way to the speakeasy style loft, the ladies legs were hurtin’ from the heels, so I piggybacked her through the home stretch.
One day a man came and poured concrete over my head. I was relieved that someone had finally taken action.
Here’s my denotation of Dubstep: picture a Transformers robot playing a guitar, while fighting another robot flying at 138 miles per hour…
Driving in Puerto Rico is like driving in Brooklyn, only more so. Treacherous, to say the least, but also kind of exciting.
The guys tied me to the bed while I was sleeping. They got a run right after, so while they were out I was able to free myself.
… and why do I have to be an artist and paint blood cells on lampshades in a bath towel and barbecue pineapples in the rain…
But this was only the beginning… As ferocious and frightening as the dragon may be, it is warm in the embrace of its wings.
Buckethead, a dancing lion, and Russian camouflage. Don’t hide who you really are.
We had just taken off from Cairo airport going to Sharm-el-Sheik and I noticed how the houses underneath were the same color of the desert sand. Fuji X10.
