Jimi Hendrickx
Melbourne, Victoria, AustraliaSign up to view more activities from Jimi Hendrickx
Just 'cause you fall on your ass doesn't mean you have to stay there.
Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets.
Here's to the crazy ones.
Some things are like a tire fire, trying to put it out only makes it worse. You just gotta sit back and let it burn.
I'm already in the grupetto. I can't quit and take a car to the hotel.
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