Had some fun with the homies the other night. You figure out how the lamp got out of the hotel.


A little blurry but you know who it is.
VIOLĂ€!!

Had some fun with the homies the other night. You figure out how the lamp got out of the hotel.


A little blurry but you know who it is.
VIOLĂ€!!

ILLSTREETBLUES Zine by my homie Hakeem
Dedicated to the memory of
Steve Nestor a.k.a PASO



There’s a taste of that. zineissuenumberone.
Waiting for number two dunny.
I’ve been staring at multicolored hooded sweatshirts on dudes I wish Tito Puente could play “Hit The Bongo”
on for so long, that checking this out was like if one of those girls with the square eyeglasses and amazing style
decided to hug my eyeballs. Rating: 8 “worth it” points (a little short AKE)
So Then..
Meanwhile … somewhere in Chinatown

FINN<—miss you!
To get you in the mood for spring gatherings here are two winter jump-offs that made little to no sense.












I have to stop fucking around and go to class…or go study or something.
More to come!
Categories: Photography

Authored by Galen DeKemper is a somewhat distastefully written anecdote about bored kids out to find authentic Americana. They encounter the wonderful specimen that inhabit lands too far from where urban sprawl has sunken its fangs. A place where cars with their engines removed, get kitchens installed, and become homes.
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