
...are coming down the stairs. studio bound for sleep.
the other arrived at 3am & and explained his "trivial" drunken behavior, barely coherent, still wet.
one [wo]man's trash is another's treasure it would seem. or the converse.
merry christmas.
one punk monk[ey] goes off the beaten track:
no map. no structure. no accountability.
just grit & glitz.
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