My dirty hippie.

The butterflies manifested themselves

appearing before me as a strung out hippie 

My old friend. 

He holds my hand 

and sprinkles his magic acid dust upon my forehead

"I gotcha" 

A mischievous smile crawls across his face

He knows exactly what he is doing

He injects me with his beautiful 

yet potentially toxic butterfly poison.

It seeps in, slowly, magically, 

permanently? 

I feared this would happen.

I avoided crossing paths with this dirty hippy again

yet, here we are.  

Face to face

His familiar breath 

And before you know it, it's the end of the day.

His familiar glance

His familiar gifts 

but this time,

 there is something distinctively different. 

He is gentler, 

kinder, 

more compassion in his eye. 

His venom feels strangely comforting

warm

inviting

I struggle to admit that I find myself 

generously offering my veins 

upright and vulnerable.

The dirty hippie kisses my flesh and slyly winks in my direction

and then

...

he is gone.

And now im high. 

and it's better than ever before. 

A week in the life of my Iphone.

Henry's support system
helping him through his tough times

  

My new humble home

Where it all goes down. 

The Aeia Nest

peace and shit

Saii Sushi

penis.

the red cup OKC

Vinyl and Yum Yum

rawr.

where it all started.

the shelves.

Bath Time

beer me.

in my face.

Calamari in and around.

The VIP

Must Keep Hydrated.

No idea what was going on 

Lambfetus. My lover