Saturday, January 22, 2011

wheels up…

…pants off.

and so it goes.

the bastard has climbed onto his illegal warehouse rave of an airplane.

this is how Richard Branson rolls.

purple lights and all sorts of kooky shit.

but ware house rave or no,

the bastard goes home and leaves sin city until next year when he will pollute it again with his presence.


—the bastard

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