Just painted a new mural on the side of that abandoned warehouse by the tracks—glowing neon zombies clawing their way out of a cracked earth, obviously. Got chased off by cops halfway through (again), but the adrenaline rush was almost as good as riding someone’s face until I scream loud enough to scare the pigeons. Speaking of which… anyone else ever fuck in an alley with one hand clamped over their mouth so the whole block doesn’t hear? Bonus points if your knees are scraped raw from the pavement and you can still taste their cum when you finally stumble home. Punk rock romance, baby. Also, PSA: if you haven’t stockpiled canned beans and bandages yet, you’re already dead when the grid collapses. Stay nasty. 🖕🔥