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my dog, Emilio Poochie, is going to be in Palm Springs visiting his Aunt for two weeks next thursday. he said i can use his kennel whenever i want ???

possums probably keep loosies in their pouches i bet

i can fetishize anything. pills? no problem. i love to precipitate all my neuroses and then swallow it

my dog won't stop calling his kennel "the bone zone." stop it dude. that's. ugh

what the hell is a vulva what the fuck is going on goddamn fuck ing woke LANGUAGE IS A SIN

too many thoughts. must post ass or smth

everything lost will be recovered

man. i wish Kratom Rob were here rn

hair is tedious

this week's injection soundtrack was "Every Night" by Paul McCartney from 1970

Twelve and Clara have 1952 Vincent Black Lightning energy

men; women, even

John W. Johnson (1937–2021) loved the Lord and began preaching the gospel in his early years. He is known to many as Minister and/or Rev. Johnson. He also loved the Blues. In the 1970s and afterwards, he sold Blues records and tapes on Sundays. He took his Blues Bus, a converted school bus painted blue, down to 14th Street at the Old Maxwell Street Market in Chicago. His big, bright blue bus became a well-known part of the bustling Sunday market, which stretched along little Maxwell Street to east and west of Halsted, on Chicago’s near west side for many decades.

a girl could feel special on any such like

on your knees, fingers laced. turn your face toward It

Terry Noir, Vivi Marziano

Jesus had a home in Malibu, it's true. Jesus drove a Ferrari Daytona—when he wasn't being chauffeured in his Maybach, conferring in the back with two or three of his disciples. Many times I saw the Daytona parked on Skid Row. He was there preaching to the derelicts and the forgotten. I saw him wash a woman's feet. She had been hooking. The state let her down. Jesus gave her two or three loose cigarettes. He called those cigs he always had his disciples. Laced with Grace. It's true. Some say she was raised from the dead on the 14th floor of the Cecil. Closest place to heaven in those days.

not me. loose lips suck dicks, gay boys

new tattoo but honestly more of an ass pic than anything. like idk if i even have the tattoo in focus

"which raccoon is your girlfriend?"

i smile, i spit on the ground between us

you fucking WAIL ON MY balls with a heavy rope

i laugh,, heh... free orchi after this

*first date* how many lladros did your mom have. what did your father do?? how handsome was he? IS SCIENCE GOOD OR BAD???

Check out these tags! "#tboy nsft #funny ha ha #funny shit #puppy sub #posadism" okay i will thank you

i would suck and fuck (ess and eff) your corporeal form. i would enjoy flesh, for sure

százszorszép bonbon

i'm in the spinny castle from that one Peter Capaldi episode. they're trying to get me to confess my grandmother's recipe for "gin in a coffee mug." i will never tell. i'll keep dying for millions of years

Timothy Cleary: ‘Bronze’ (2016)

i don't really need this much blood

been awhile since i entered a portal—no less a pact with the men in my town

Anni Albers. Open Letter, 1958

kids these days, they don't listen to "The Black Parade" or even "Frankenstein Girls Will Seem Strangely Sexy." no they listen to they are listening to like, "Tender Pervert" and "Superwolf"