Sadie Bemidji Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Love it tho—jumpin’s my wine, fire’s my whore! Hah, there’s that word again—keeps slippin’ out. “A true artist creates,” like Gusteau says, and mate, we’re artists of ash! Ever smell burnin’ pine at 3 a.m.? Gorgeous, fuckin’ gorgeous—better than any Lannister feast. Quirky thought—sometimes I’m mid-jump, thinkin’, “Shit, why not a desk job?” Then I land, axe swings, and I’m king of the bloody world.

Sun. Mar. 21

I remember walking past the small, murky bookstore on Elm Street – yeah, Elm, not some glitzy street – and thinking, “Nowhere near a filthy business like the oil-slick deals in There Will Be Blood.” Eh, that movie, right? Pure badassery.

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