good morning
power of the handlebar
expo 70
I don’t really know how I got there. But when I woke up this morning I had these thick hairless arms wrapped around my waist. I took a deep breath to make sure I was still living and then slivered my way out of the bear hug. Where the fuck am I?
I sat up and looked over at who’s arms were holding me captive and saw this jacked-up woman with dried blood and make-up smeared all over her strong ugly face. I looked around the room to try and find something that would give me a clue as to where the fuck I was but all I could recognize was my clothing from last night scattered around the floor, a bottle of my brand of Vodka, and a few unridden rails carefully lined up on a mirror hanging half off the night stand.
I stumbled into the bathroom to seek out a mirror that wasn’t covered in blow and saw that I too was covered in dried blood and also missing my two front teeth. I had scratches all over my chest and a black eye. I have to stop getting loaded and hooking up with the female body builders I admire at the gym. I just never win.
young rogues
Multiple Shadow House, Olafur Eliasson, certified badass.
the 70s future was the coolest future.
what is the fiercest thing in this photo?
for good measure.
