Drank a little too much Boodles. Then too much wine. Then I tried to read a little Flaubert, but passed out early. The girls I spanked at an afterbar are on the cover of the weekly newspaper. My friend Thom cut them out and hung them up.
I might as well continue reporting my dreams: This time the two owners of an art gallery where I bought an Emmi Whitehorse print were running a movie theater. Out the side exit it became this massive cavern where an entire old mansion was hiding. I remember the balustrade, not much else.
I might as well continue reporting my dreams: This time the two owners of an art gallery where I bought an Emmi Whitehorse print were running a movie theater. Out the side exit it became this massive cavern where an entire old mansion was hiding. I remember the balustrade, not much else.