these parties are starting up again. i was at one of them as a gogo dancing awesome monster? look.
i am smoking and giving shots wow.
and here i am in grade school (grade 8) as a mail order bride from bratislava:
subject: in the beginning, there was “shit yeah”
dear raymi (do re mi)
i ran an image search for the word “excelsior” to see what kind of lordish shit i could find, and happened upon thine innermost shrine of quebecois hassiandom circa 1983.5.
thank you (a) for the laughter, and (b) for being such a foxy motherfucker. with love from portlandinavia…
the end.
-william
