Wicker park thursdays, almost famous re-runs with seashells and a lust for the natural. We are wild at heart. The people here are open and playful, they run wildly against the odds. We have a direct desire to make culture through our reckless fingertips. I've been rolling around on the floor for the pas half-hour in my friend's apartment. WEaring a black leotard and mustard denim minis. The temperature has been 92 degrees and I'm coasting with california dreams in my hair. Break your heart, dissmiss your fears.