Saturday, February 14, 2009

damn it feels good to be a malfaiteur

love is patience. love is honor. and no other honor holds truer than accompanyin' your boyfriend on valentine's day to see the ill nana of french gangsta flicks. of course, if she hadn't gone then i would've just written "bitch."

ladies, you do a lot for us sometimes.

nyc, 2003

mr. mark would still like to be alain delon when he grows up. or an unfiltered cigarette.

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