Saturday, 26 November 2016

03/12/2012

we walk around the inn shops, and then sit and pretend to be old-timers.

we pretend that we are big sleepy cats in suits, go to a hotel and take opium.



OMG I work for Tate - wake up screaming. patting self down. quietly weeping. shhh shhh




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