so i decided to keep a notebook with a pen next to my bed in order to write down the fucked up shit i dream about. or (like last night) the fucked up shit i think of when i am falling asleep. this morning i found the words “key to success in fashion: DONT MAKE CHEAP SHIT. also CASHMERE. everything. never plastic.” then i remembered the elated feeling of absolute genius i had right before i fell asleep with that little gem in my head. as if i were the first person in the world to come up with that idea. that i alone had that brillz mind flash for the first time in history. and that those inane sentences that i wrote down before passing out were the key to my future.this is why its good that i dont have all the money in the world because if i did i would have ordered 800 yards of cashmere and like 75 yards of metal trim from India last night while half asleep. and then they would have sat there forever until i sold them on Ebay or something.
here’s to your dreams and hopes america.
