NEW FRANCE ©ped Twelve Côte D’Azur. Kent studied the lithograph in the guest bathroom every time he stood above the toilet. There was the powder-blue stencil of a sailboat, a man in a top hat, cane and tails, a yellow crescent moon, a Pratt & Whitney limousine, a wall of bougainvillea, seventeen blue and yellow balloons, two champagne flutes and the bizarre juxtaposition of a blueberry-hued raven in flight. The last postcard he received from his mother and father came from the very same place. As he emptied his bladder, he thought about the throngs of wayward, wealthy skin cultists basting in cocoa butter and the delicately jazz-infused tiffany sunsets; he could picture his parents toasting him from their moon-dappled veranda, their venal faces awash with material denial. The boy dashed a dribble of his urine on their bathroom wallpaper before flushing the toilet.
A Normal Night
A Normal Night
A Normal Night
NEW FRANCE ©ped Twelve Côte D’Azur. Kent studied the lithograph in the guest bathroom every time he stood above the toilet. There was the powder-blue stencil of a sailboat, a man in a top hat, cane and tails, a yellow crescent moon, a Pratt & Whitney limousine, a wall of bougainvillea, seventeen blue and yellow balloons, two champagne flutes and the bizarre juxtaposition of a blueberry-hued raven in flight. The last postcard he received from his mother and father came from the very same place. As he emptied his bladder, he thought about the throngs of wayward, wealthy skin cultists basting in cocoa butter and the delicately jazz-infused tiffany sunsets; he could picture his parents toasting him from their moon-dappled veranda, their venal faces awash with material denial. The boy dashed a dribble of his urine on their bathroom wallpaper before flushing the toilet.