pigments of july 17th 2015

our first filth with a sip of yuja sake

she always has her own small glass

along comes it with some stellas,

inhaling each others fantasies.

the hermes scarve story was good

and we crack up about the dick shaped potato and carrot

i tell them ripping off stockings and shit.

our laugh is hard and bitter.

cigarette smoke swirls around her backyard

and stays for a while in boiled air

it's a thick summer friday in new york.

we are up for another drink

see you in 30 mins