i will be 100% supportive if my future children want to get sex changes or dress weird or any of that but if they like horses i’m gonna just leave them at a fire station and pretend they never happened
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objet dansant à définir n°…, by christian rizzo and caty olive (1999)
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i am very bruised and very fragile and i had to get off the tube to vomit on my way home. sitting amongst groups of tourists and workers on the northern line at 2pm on a saturday when you’re returning from a night out with ripped tights and the lingering smell of beer and other people’s sweat is painful. we went to a weird trance night somewhere in elephant and castle last night and i think i spent most of the evening sat in my friend’s red wine vomit outside in the smoking area staring at the ceiling. i went to the toilet with a girl i didn’t know and inhaled something bad and then i came up violently at the bar and vomited over all the glasses instead of paying for my drink. there was a lot of vomit last night. the rooms had been made to trip everybody out and the lights were overwhelming in the best possible way, there was a wall lit by minuscule speckles of light that looked like the night sky littered with stars. we made friends with an old creepy italian man that reminded me of ethan kath who tried to give us suspicious drinks and then i got really freaked out because on the wall there was a poster of crystal castles from when they had played a show here in like 2007. we drove home across london as the sun was coming up across the embankment and all of the houses of parliament were lit in a soft yellow and pink glow and then we smoked until the morning and i kept falling in and out of conciousness and fell asleep for hours and sat in danny’s garden. i miss living in the camden council estates, the white tiled buildings encrusted with years of grime and the jungle of nettles and bluebells in the middle growing upwards, framed by green mesh fences covered in roses, scattered with cigarette ends and rubbish. i realised as i was sat on the bottom of the 25 bus drinking orange juice from the carton that things are really peachy at the moment and i want to hold onto it for a little bit longer.
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