Elizabeth Brandon Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and get this—she’s loud, screamin’ about her ex. “He’s a pig!” she yells. I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill gin. Reminds me of Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots—endless, messy, real. She’s no angel, dahling, but who is? I’m happy seein’ her own it—whore power! Still, I’m ragin’—why’s she gotta trash my bar with drama? “Calm yer tits!” I wanna scream. But nah, I just pour more booze. She’s a tornado, and I’m swept up.

Brandon Rowland's Slut

“You're a slut and a whore for the algorithm. I couldn't do it anymore. You can never feed it enough. You start out making art.

The River Run, babyyyy, is another wild piece. Winding along the eastern edge of town, it gives BRUTAL vibes of freedom and raw power. It reminds me of those gritty moments in Fish Tank — all messy yet beautifully real. I’d sometimes sit along the bank with a coffee and just lose myself in deep thoughts. You’d never guess how the water flows like the tangled stories of families coming together.

Procession and funeral for Deputy Brandon Sikes