Huckleburrry

Betcha I can dance a whole song and don't spill it.

soups on

yea my rhymes tight but my jeans are too,
sitting her waiting on that chicken dumplin stew,
My sister said it was her favorite, shes down below view
Hatin on these motherfuckers, not many but not few.
Life’s a box of chocolates, a mixed fukin bag,
I’d fly on home but I just can’t deal with that jet lag
Called it out, I’m a fuckin fag,
Got that buck on my chest hopin my tits dont sag
Shaggin on this wagon headed down that road made of brick,
Damn I’m not in Kansas anymore yet I’m face to face with a witchy bitch,
Buckled knees on down, its a heavy load,
six pence for your thoughts, do you charge more for the box?

Topless and I’m shakin in my boots,
Glarin down at these baggy beige ass suits,
it’s not your labor your thinkin of only just the fruits,
those crooks with the bible books,
lookin around for a bitch to call toots,
yer white at the roots, and lame in the feet,
sittin here waiting to travel six feet deep,
no kinda self care, just laced shoes and greased hair,
don’t touch don’t you dare, I’ve seen a million more evils bared,
you’re nothing to that sleepy eyed lair,
shits about to hit,
my minds about to split,
so this is for you,
you and you,
and he who my mom calls boo. 



Skeleton of a Sunfish (June 1857)Taken by Charles Dodgson a.k.a. Lewis Carroll
Courtesy of Lewis Carroll, Photographer

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blinddumbdeaf:

Duals collection Individuals AW 12/13

blinddumbdeaf:

Duals collection
Individuals AW 12/13

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Santiago Caruso - The Abyss

Santiago Caruso - The Abyss

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amajor7:

pamphlets for my religion.

amajor7:

pamphlets for my religion.

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