Lut Ming
Lut Ming isn’t a person. Lut Ming is a way of life. The air we breath. The berries in our cream. Lut Ming is the identity of emotion.
"Lut Ming me please.”
“I want a Lut Ming”
“I need a Lut Ming martini and I need it now”
“I’m claustrophobic Lut Ming!?”
“I want a Lut Ming”
“I need a Lut Ming martini and I need it now”
“I’m claustrophobic Lut Ming!?”