he drives fast even in shit cars he improvises on piano he scores one goal in a national charity match then dips he parks a red tractor in back to back poles he walks around dorito shaped with beautiful eyes, soft mussed up hair, and dimples he won in spa he wins in monza he made ferrari his bitch at 21 he sends the internet into crisis every other day just by existing and all the while elevator music plays in his pretty little head he’s the devil incarnate and god’s favourite he’s charles marc hervé percival leclerc


















