Priya Srivastava

chicken joe fan account

[Rhine Stoned Cowboy @BisqueBoi]

Sorry I missed your call, I was wearing my baggiest 2005 basketball shorts and the phones vibrate setting didn’t even register

[KIKI @leanwdafanta]

Dolly Parton you changed my life when you picked a lock with your acrylics in Hannah Montana #RIP

[henry the vacuum @henry_sux]

that rat bitch jolene did this

[ali @kojoisarafidi]

at the airport rn got through security w no issues and the white girl behind me getting a random check

[clown baby @clownbusting]

one time a dog i was taking care of had a website on her collar so i went to the link and there was a video of her ziplining

[snow wife 🧚🏻‍♀️ @cottage_st3w]

My 2 yo just saw a peacock and called it a chicken butterfly

[Emily Segal @khole_emily]

I’m at LAX and the TSA agents are wearing tabi ballet flats

[julia @juumelo_]

this meeting could’ve been a fist fight probably

[ᴛʜᴜǫ🀄️ @_Thuqn]

The 16 year old kid bagging my groceries asked me how my day was going and I said "can't complain" and he responded "probably wouldn't do any good if you did" and honestly that kid is a straight shooter with upper management potential written all over him.

[Joshua Minsoo Kim @misterminsoo]

really beautiful when your flight gets cancelled and you see everyone again the following morning. like pissed-off summer camp.

[Roku @Roku]

Jimothy made it all the way to Roku City. 🦝

[greg @greg16676935420]

Everything reminds me of him

[Travis Chapman @Travispaints]

I painted a happy ending to the bison story

[Joseph 🕊️ @CaudilloXIV]

Swiss coach looks like a cocaine dealer from the 70s

[0.005 Seconds (3/694) @seconds_0]

I feel like I've never been on the receiving side of blatant corruption and abuse of power. This is thrilling

[baber @bakerbakerbaker]

i love that sweet spot of like 8 beers where you get The Photographers Eye

[Hunter Biden @HunterBiden]

I painted this self portrait from a photograph the New York Post and Daily Mail ran over and over again alongside horrible stories about me. They averaged about 3 stories a day between them for years. The image came from their complete theft of my digital life. In the photograph I am in the worst stretch of my addiction. Exhausted. Contemplating how I could end everything.
They published it over and over because they believed it showed something disturbing, something degenerate, something people would recognize as evidence of whatever they were accusing me of that particular day.
I set out to paint it because I wanted to take back what they were trying to steal from me. It wasn’t just the image they had stolen. They had stolen thousands of images. They wanted to steal my humanity. Their portrait was of a monster. My portrait is of a man being reassembled piece by piece, bit by bit, pixel by pixel through the hard work of recovery.
A portrait of someone worth saving. Someone worth forgiveness. For all of me. Past. Present. Future. Gratitude for all of it.
The images they meant as weapons are no longer weapons to me. The man in them is no longer theirs to describe. He is mine, and I love him.

We do recover.

[Fancy Boots @TexasFancyBoots]

“Please seek shelter at local bars”