It’s 1:17 and I have nothing to say, but burn white copal.

Morning. Smell my hole.

Are you….. A LiTtle bIT ALeXIS? ah ah ah

“Follow for follow” messages are insane. Sister, none of this matters. Nothing matters. These counts don’t matter. And they never will.

If I hear anymore clips of ‘Ophelia’ anywhere on social media, I am going to set your pubes on fire.

Two fat loads from two juicy cocks on this here fine Sunday. A coconut/raspberry cake to finish later, made by my love. The world is burning, but I feel love here in this dancery tonight.

Join me in the garden tonight for dinner. No talk of sucking dick and cock. Time and place. There will be no colonized “street corn pasta”.

💚

39 today. Where did the decade go 😭? And what a decade it’s been ❤️

‘Corona’

And just like that, I ripped good ones into the morning void.

Mornting stink

sweaty hog

‘Pollen’

Timmoteelekay Chalamaykayleigh.

🖤

These dresses, coats, and hats were so heavy.

As a lil eff-a-gee from San Diego, I never would have believed I would ever lay my hands on runway garments one day. I tend to be too private and downplay things I’ve done. This is by far the most fun event I’ve ever worked on.

The thing about me is…if I come across a nice and thick glass jar/bottle after using the product, I will be saving that bitch and keeping it in the cabinet. You never know.

💙

It’s 82:67 pm and dinner is ready faggotz. Tostadas de beef/chorizo picadillo & veggie basmati rice

You’re overstimulated and your dogs decide to act like fools and gas light you all day. Lord.

If Schiaparelli can be necromanced from the depths. Then so can Sonia Rykiel.