
The Periodical Erotic Frenzy. A Libertarian, who enjoys Disco, blues, classic rock, funk, & hip hop. I dig the enigmatic and unusual, politics, beat poetry, steez, western films, good ol' Mary Jane, psychedelics, films, sex, & anything tantalizing. I believe in common sense, the constitution, Liberty, and small government. Grassroots always. I'm a thrift connoisseur by day, lounge cat by night. Don't harsh my mellow. 'Liberty or Death'
I’m not one thing. I consist of everything. I'm the angelic nastiness. I run with the masses and the opened minded. My body in many respects have been despoiled. I’m in a million little pieces and I’m giving myself to you. This is all practice for something bigger. Constantly rollin’ with the punches and jivin’ at bars and parties. Like most people, I roll with a group of seekers, movers, the malcontent, and at times; stupid hell-raisers. Together, we are those you meet that can change you; sometimes so profoundly that you're not the same afterward. I am The Periodical Erotic Frenzy, The porn hidden under your mattress. Exuding what your brain lusts for when its not inspired. I’m a lounge lizard in the back of the bar, or I’m with the party crew that is all up in your face. I quote the right words to tickle your fancy. This is the generation of ‘eye fucking’ and the insightful youth. I can bare the wolf’s teeth, and the sheep’s lips. I am a dreamer of the day and I’m not afraid to dream with my eyes open. I am the morbid. The crude. The funny. The tomboy. The nerd. The lover. The pot head. The steez hunter. The movie quoter. The music seeker, and everything else in between.
Contact me: scatteredaesthetics@gmail.com
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Hey guys! Just wanted to inform everyone about a new event in DTLA! @shopwalkdtla is hosting its 2nd annual shop walk, Valentines edition. What’s the difference between Shop Walk and Art Walk? 1. Better crowd and less of a ‘drunk walk’ 2. It’s not every month and is thrown by your local businesses around the historic core of #DTLA. Meaning, its put together with a lot of thought and hard work, love, and dedication for YOU the locals. ☺ 3. General discounts and/or sale rack(s) are offered for that specific night from each participating shop or boutique. 4. FREE drinks and snacks and FREE entry. 5. All shops are open late until 11pm along with the local bars. 6. This night is geared towards helping DTLA thrive by supporting local shops and boutiques within the community while helping small businesses STAY in business. These are your local job Creators and people who help DTLA get cleaner and more efficient. Please show your city some luuuuv 💕 and come through next Thursday feb. 7th from 7pm - 11pm! 💗 Get your loved one something special. 🌙👭👬👫
I love Sundays. Don’t you? Time goes slow and its ok to be a little lethargic. Do what you feel like doing, not what you have to do. Since moving out of my parents house at age 18. I some how managed to move to New York for a year, then Azusa, Eagle Rock, Old town Pasadena, Carson, Downtown Long Beach, Garden Grove, and Downtown LA. Now, for the first time in my life, I live alone. In a quaint with a 1940’s tudor studio apartment complex with the most perfect sunlight. No roomates, boyfriends, or family around. Just me myself and I. Loungin’ around buck naked smoking some Mary Jane reading up on my politics. My mess when I leave, my mess when I return. The self gratifying feeling of cleaning an entire apartment thats all you. Your decor, your steez, and your crap all in once place that you pay for. Now fall is creeping in and I feel the cool breeze surge into my place from the huge windows… I guess things could be worse.
Repeat. Flako Killed it last night at Low End.
SPRING HAS SPRUNG.
Werk. GOPY