I am trapped in a period of shallow aesthetic based self appraisal and can’t seem to get out. I was training for a feature film so that the shirt off scene wouldn’t make people feel sick, however now that film has been pushed back for the second time.
So now I’m stuck with an obsession with looking muscular, a lack of creative drive because it’s been so long since I’ve written anything, a mild depression surrounding the delay of the movie… but a beautiful tight ass.
I hope Lana Del Rey and Tyler the Creator really do work on a project together. I hope Kanye West produces it. I hope Kesha is featured on it. I hope Dov Charney sponsors it. I hope Terry Richardson shoots it. I hope Perez Hilton covers it. I hope Steve Aoki does a remix.
I hope all of these things, and I hope it turns into an orgiastic frenzy of overrated hipster douchebaggery of such monumental proportions that every pop-culture consumer immediately starts recognizing soulless empty-headed mediocrity for what it is, and Coachella goes back to being just one weekend.