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I first saw you on the top deck of the art car I was with. We danced and listened under the truth is beauty sculpture. After hearing the sculptors words we took off to go find Beats Antique. We spent the rest of the night hopping from sound camp to sound camp and stopping at wonderful art installments on the way. Recorded our dreams in the dreambox together, almost went inside the man, said fuck off to those guys that insulted your shirt. At the end of the night after an unsuccessful pickle hunt we said goodbye and wished each other a wonderful life.

It all seemed an exercise in impermanence, but we both wanted to know who we saw at White Ocean. I'm ninety percent sure it was Diplo.



So that can be put to rest.

-Syrus

Let. It. Go.

The shorts weren't striped. I'd just pooped in them.




Nah... wasn't there.

Carry on.

Delle, you're a classy babe!

Broad, Sham. I'm a classy Broad!!!

Now git ova heah and whisper sweet economic trends in my ear.

I'm really kinda enjoying the video, even though I did not wear shorts the entire week. Go Syrus.