"I want my jungles to feel like they are pumped up on steroids, simple syrup, coffee and cocaine, swimming in this cocktail of a Petri dish like a bit of botched Botox or bio lab muscle. Swamped in sunburn and covered in a thin layer of sun cream. Sweating and molecular under the canopy of the hairy armpit of the lost American tourist. A kitchen kitsch postcard to my hillbilly love. To my pop tart. PS. I love ya."
Henry Hudson