”I was so drunk I could barely stand up. My organs were so messed up from drinking I was in physical pain. I couldn’t zip up my pants because my stomach was killing me. I didn’t even realize I wasn’t wearing underwear until the magazine came out. I had to explain to my grandmother that this was the definitive photographer of the 20th century” (+ aqui)
raw power
ReplyDeletePorra. Que auto-degradação.
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É outra alternativa. And then you die.
ReplyDeleteDesde que não pontuem moralismos de merda - que aliás disso que fala a Cat Power, absolutamente lúcida - tudo bem, a malta faz o que pode et aprés dies.
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