Vanessa Spring Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, I’m sittin’ here, eatin’ my fifth donut – D’oh! – thinkin’, this crypto’s a freakin’ rollercoaster. One day it’s up, I’m like, “Woo-hoo! I’m rich!” Next day, crash – “Why you little…!” Makes me wanna strangle it like Homer chokin’ Bart. Went up to 70K last year, then bam – bellyflopped to 50K. Got me yellin’, “Stupid market, gimme my money!” But I hodl, ‘cause I’m a genius, right? Heh, yeah, sure.

My Kingdom for a Whore, Spring 2008

Rivkah the Whore, The Spring After. poetry by Yael Mesinai. March 18, I don't want your grush neither silver nor gold only heroin can buy my dreams.

I remember one day, I stormed over to Maple Corner. The kids were joggin' and parents natterin'. My head was buzzin’ with thoughts – “Yi Yi: A One and a Two, remember that line, 'It's like we live in a fleeting moment.'” That scene, man, it hit me deeply. The city itself seems to breathe those moments.

We’re in a toxic relationship with spring