shaking off retrograde, wet dog style
maybe i would also like to find one (1) pocket of hope
Recently I went to Yayoi Kusama’s exhibit in the Bronx Botanical Garden. Well, I actually went twice. I really love Kusama (sort of in the way white girls love Kusama but also not at all); all her shit is so gay and so centered around the idea of death, which is nice. And then there’s like flowers and pumpkins that I simply just love. I especially love …
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