Martini Original there are frites

there are frites

a dime a dozen

I hope to deliver a light dusting of anxiety under the heavier dusting of cocoa powder

Most of all

We must prove ourselves endlessly to new potentials

Martini Original there are fritesA piece of moonlit experience I no longer indulge in. But here is where the observation takes place. What is life but a series of signals? A collection of things one hoards into small apartments and then adorns as they enters the public world. A sight to be seen. A person of note, one hopes. Presenting themselves like a business card saying, Look at that subtle off white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark! These