KC

listening to pet sounds and making deeply sexual eye contact with the paint thinner in my studio🩷

today i asked myself if a dirty martini is alright at 10:30am. i am going to spontaneously combust.

we’re drinking pervert beers tonight. it’s gonna be something crazyyyyyyy.

same place i’ll always be<3

i accept my fate as the wicked witch of the whore 🙏

sexually charged conversations to roy orbison and swallowing oil paint because nothing matters i guess.

“this is something i wish upon ivy wolk”

it’s a lynchian halloween💙💙

american spirits saving one life at a time

adding pews to the living room for my personal enjoyment🩷

in studio with work wife as i take my own painting break🩷

this and telling men not to take women’s last names>>>>>>

you can tell i didn’t wanna be behind the bar today.

my art is about listening to roy orbison and hitting my ankle bone on a chair very hard.

she’s competing for the title of daddy with a drill in her hand.

yeaaaaaa baby yeaaaaaaaa

philadelphia was promised to me 3000 years ago

fucking the chair for

yea baby let me put this on you tantrically.

my good dear friend cat and i are going to twin towers the invisible man.