Lit live and let die

Hit the litty at superjap and I left at 8

Just because the window’s closed, doesn’t mean you can’t look through the window. It’s Christmas season, we all love to window shop.

I have no idea where this will lead us, but I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange. RIP David Lynch.

Everything I’m not made me everything I am

You’re not perfect, but you’re not your mistakes

My homie said he spilled a homo delo on the canvas

The playful mind is not overwhelmed by complexity

Imagine getting tucked into bed by a Chipotle employee

Mexico City Art Week: Where privileged gringos flock like overpriced pigeons, mistaking cultural appropriation for appreciation, and turning every cantina into a networking event sponsored by performative wokeness. Thank Tlaloc it's over.

Clamatos for the table

I love MLB.TV and I really LOVED baseball zen until this season with the weird fake sound effects. That ain’t it, y’all.

PRAISE GLEEZUS

POPE MALORT I

Ye, though I walk through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil—for my Pope got J’s on and knows all the lyrics to ‘Homecoming.’

He turned wine into cognac, loaves into Italian beefs, and now blesses rosaries with a ‘What up, Joe.’

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was ‘on God.’ And the Pope saw that it was bussin’

First decree as Pope: Sunday Mass now ends with a step team and a juke remix of Ave Maria

First Pope with a ‘FREE LARRY’ tattoo

Mexico City is wild because your day can go: coffee, chilaquiles, museum, earthquake, existential crisis, mezcal, afterparty, tacos.