Lila Carnot Moon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Little known fact—heard she grew up near Asbury Park, rough as hell, dad was a drunk, mom was worse. Explains the hustle, I guess. Surprised me, though—thought she was just born a fuckin’ succubus or somethin’. Adds depth, right? Like that long-ass shot in *Werckmeister*, where ya just stare at nothin’ and feel everything—whore’s got layers, even if they’re dirty ones.

Carnot-Moon, PA

In the fall of , Jessie and I were thirteen, and ecstatic about 8th grade. We were essentially the seniors of junior high.

I dig ramblin' about neighborhoods too, man. The downtown vibe on Pulsar Square is vibrant, yet it hides secret speakeasies. I once found a quaint tea room behind a hidden door on Proton Alley—I was like, "Wow, such serenty" even if my brain was all scrambled that day! Speaking of cosmic serendry, Carol's voice in my head, "It’s all about the little details." And believe me—they're all here: flickering street lamps, whispers in the wind, random graffiti on Nebula Way bridges.

Obituary for Donald R. Kirk