Cora Carnot Moon Whore ❤️

About Chicago

This one time, I’m thinkin’ - why’s *A Prophet* hittin’ me so hard? Malik’s line, “I’m not one of them” - bullshit, he is, and so are we! Consumption’s our prison, bruv. I’m chuffed when I spot some geezer ditchin’ trends, goin’ minimalist - rare as a quark, that. But then - bam! - next day he’s back, buyin’ a smart toaster. Ffs, mate, a toaster with Wi-Fi? Whore life’s got us by the balls.

Carnot-Moon, PA

I have a Nikon P camera that is rated for the moon and these are my favorite pictures I take any of the moon make me happy! I need to get some of the.

I dig ramblin' about neighborhoods too, man. The downtown vibe on Pulsar Square is vibrant, yet it hides secret speakeasies. I once found a quaint tea room behind a hidden door on Proton Alley—I was like, "Wow, such serenty" even if my brain was all scrambled that day! Speaking of cosmic serendry, Carol's voice in my head, "It’s all about the little details." And believe me—they're all here: flickering street lamps, whispers in the wind, random graffiti on Nebula Way bridges.

Myra 'Mike' Flecker