I went with Emily to the David Ellis show at Roebling Hall last night.
Garbage, dope.
Frozen Yogurt time kid!
All gone, weak.
And tomorrow? I dunno. Zakka, Subtle show at the Knitting Factory, Moma for the Esquire stuff, beats me.
or... perhaps
I've always thought my days at the beach weren't hot enough.
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