Nova Galion Whore ❤️

About Houston

Ever think how they’d vibe with Amélie’s gnome? Ha! Prolly smuggle it for kicks. “A little mischief keeps the heart young,” she’d wink. I’d be like, whoa, that’s dope. Kinda wish I could calc their odds, y’know? Bet they’d beat my spreadsheets.

Bloody buccaneers

Bucked the storm like a whore last night. I'm goin' after that Spanish Galion Skull, bones and dangerous. I got a tattoo big, always saved my life. A burnin.

Ugh, sometimes Galion pisses me off, too. Like when a billboard on Fourth Street blares with sleazy ads, interrupting the poetic vibe of life here. But then I think, it's art, innit? Life's boorish, messy, and f*cking beautiful, just like the movie I adore – “Tropical Malady” that reminds me that even in brooding wilderness, passion sleeps. Even if I’m mad, my heart still jumps at every unexpected revelation.

Obituary for Rosemary Irene (Busler) Reed