Olivia Ries Whore ❤️❤️

About Linz

So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, wind in my hair—well, my fantastic hairpiece, best in the world—feelin’ like a king on this Hornet. It’s got a 600cc engine, roars like a lion, tough as nails, just like Trump. Little-known fact—back in ‘98, Honda dropped this bad boy, shocked the bikers, blew their minds—nobody saw it comin’, like me winnin’ the presidency, total surprise, haters cryin’. I love that—it’s raw, it’s real, it’s got guts. Makes me happy, so happy, like winnin’ bigly at everything.

Eighteenth-Century Life

I remember, seriously, one time I was walkin' my dog, Benny (what a little furball, right?) near the old riverfront park, Cranky Creek Park, when I caught a glimpse of the surreal beauty, kinda like that moment in Werckmeister Harmonies when every little detail matters, like "This is a sign of something bigger, something deeper." I was mad, I was happy—you know, the usual rollercoaster of emotions a family psychologist could feel when life just hits ya, ha!