when in rome, do as the romans.. when in new orleans during mardi gras, do a shit ton of drugs and alcohol and dont sleep for a few days.. now that said binge is over, i'm gonna buckle down (that word always makes me think of ellen and james..) and do some fucking art. word turd. heres my photos. keep in mind i was on a lot of drugs and booze. not things i normally do. ugh.
a whole city fucked up. like totally wasted.
one of the things that struck me as curious was all the people looking down at thier glowing screens when the world around them was exploding with life.. if the world was ending would we all be too busy checking facebook to notice? i'm sure you've thought about it like me. and like me look still, to the glowing face of our pocket suns. stars we can touch. but i hope she's in love and the fella is on his way.
i felt pretty lonely the whole time. kinda funny considering the vast amount of folk about.. but i felt like this empty street. also the lsd was taking a hold...
ground control, this is major tom, we have lift off..
so, there is a lot of female nudity and dirty bastards with cameras.. to screw with everybody, i took pictures of the trash that engulfed the bricks of bourbon street.. i took a LOT of trash pictures. entire economies revolve around these beads and beer cups littering the ground. i can honestly say i don't recall that i ever saw any boobs. i'm sure they were around, but kids, this is what will happen when you do chemicals; you take photos of vomit and trash. a fuckton of tossed lunches. i'm not posting them all.
this picture encapsulates just about all my loves: bikes, trains and cardboard. also, i hadn't slept yet because i got wayyyy to much mdma on top of the acid the night before..
can you guys spot it?
my favorite street has got to be frenchmen
we ground scored a shit ton of hard booze and beers..... free booze? whoa..
... and this is what happens when the cyote drinks all that booze (with some help from the DP's and the Reverend Diamond Daquiri Jeff).. oh my dear boy cody thom. BAD MOVE.
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| pretty much everywhere, there was this. |
a whole city fucked up. like totally wasted.
one of the things that struck me as curious was all the people looking down at thier glowing screens when the world around them was exploding with life.. if the world was ending would we all be too busy checking facebook to notice? i'm sure you've thought about it like me. and like me look still, to the glowing face of our pocket suns. stars we can touch. but i hope she's in love and the fella is on his way.
i felt pretty lonely the whole time. kinda funny considering the vast amount of folk about.. but i felt like this empty street. also the lsd was taking a hold...
ground control, this is major tom, we have lift off..
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| gah drugs |
so, there is a lot of female nudity and dirty bastards with cameras.. to screw with everybody, i took pictures of the trash that engulfed the bricks of bourbon street.. i took a LOT of trash pictures. entire economies revolve around these beads and beer cups littering the ground. i can honestly say i don't recall that i ever saw any boobs. i'm sure they were around, but kids, this is what will happen when you do chemicals; you take photos of vomit and trash. a fuckton of tossed lunches. i'm not posting them all.
this picture encapsulates just about all my loves: bikes, trains and cardboard. also, i hadn't slept yet because i got wayyyy to much mdma on top of the acid the night before..
can you guys spot it?
my favorite street has got to be frenchmen
we ground scored a shit ton of hard booze and beers..... free booze? whoa..
... and this is what happens when the cyote drinks all that booze (with some help from the DP's and the Reverend Diamond Daquiri Jeff).. oh my dear boy cody thom. BAD MOVE.
