holiday goodies running amok at iomoi. tariffs run pricey to thrifty. all show and feel ritzy. i’ve been giddy stocking up on hostess gifts, presents for clients, and maybe a little something something for the homestead. their website alone is a wonka factory...
last gig bought momma a new camera. nudity would have paid for photography lessons. renting fur in hopes i’ll osmotically channel a little diane arbus, minus the razor blades. remember, red scares me. fingers crossed lens cap is really just gratuitous...
once i hear this song, my christmas season officially begins. it’s 1984, i’m 8 years old wearing my “CHOOSE LIFE” t-shirt watching the making of Band-Aid over and over again. my dad was able to snag a bootleg copy, and i watched that fucking...
