
Yo I don't even know where to begin, its been a fucking hot mess of a week. Like crazy insane to the point of almost no return. Creatively inspired because artner is here same zip code different baby mama. But of course, there's the tragedies of MJ's passing and another one that brings sadness to me because of its dramaticness. But what isn't in an artist's daily life, just getting a cup of coffee has its precautions. So much had happened in the last 48 hours. Who are we? Who am I? This city, my face, his skin, yooooooo is this the summer of adventure, neverland style?