Lydia Kawara Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

Me thinks – whores got secrets, yesss, dark ones. Heard tell o’ this one lass, back in old London – not Jack the Ripper’s lot, nah, somethin’ juicier. She’d dance fer coins, then nick yer soul – folk swore she hexed ‘em! True story, mate, dug it up meself – well, me sneaky side did, hiss! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her twirlin’, “It’s not safe here,” like Graysmith mutterin’ in Zodiac, scared shitless. Love that bit – gets me giddy!

Jiro Kawara

This is a thread for cognates with different meanings, but are not so phonologically close as to be considered "False Friends".:fra: "dear" vs.

After the power comes back, the band jumps right back in. I’m dancing like a fool, and I don’t even care. I spot this cute girl in the crowd, and I’m like, “I gotta talk to her.” So, I muster up some courage and go for it. We start chatting, and she’s super chill. Turns out, she’s a music producer too! What are the odds?

'One Million Years,' by On Kawara -- New York Magazine Art Review - Nymag