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WOOSTER COLLECTIVE!

Yay!

Soupy Baby

There was a tremendous heat wave through LA the last couple of days. Bang. The air was a thick liquid soup. I swam to my classes, I jumped up and down. I sweated through pores I didn't even know I had.

Soupy, baby. Soupy.

They say you must go and be profitable and all that jazz. No one will love you if you don't make money, darling. I'm not making money. But I've got somebody to love me. That's important, right?

Have you got somebody to love? And are you making money so that you know they're true? Hogwash. All of it.

I actually have nothing public to say right now, it's all just private, secret sort of thoughts that I don't even know if I can let myself into knowing.

Strange, huh? Strange.