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mort .œil

1. . 2. .3..

deep breathe, Ahha . As we begin to twirl.

1 2 3, 1 2 3,

Mmm we breathe deeply together!

123, 23, 1 , 23

… And! the symphony

The mechanical nothing, well nothing at all here is mechanical.

Perspective ; the specs in your eyes show more than the specs of tissue around them. However, more or less of each listed subject could conjure a different approach. Talk, when I’m talking to you.

Empathy - empower 

I had a dream last night about joining the military. The vision was critical in understanding and illuminating certain details that would provide help with future decisions. One, the military description was out of a video game I use to play and still would, Halo. Two, I wasn’t even signed up - but, I was running along with the militants and fighting the same battle.

 

if I was atheist

if I was atheist

(Source: generic-art, via junglerot)

…he has to wake up before everyone leaves

When the day begins, minute man bursts into action. He slips down the rail right below his bedroom window and remembers to use the bird shit to his advantage. As he bumps n’ squirms down to the bottom…

HIS HANDS START TO GLOW! ! - holy

   The neighbor hood slum hustles and the joker’s quick mouths begin today’s shake.

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Unfortunately, for the city, minute man is one of the most fiercest bill collectors on the east coast. He wears a suit with bird shit lump stains and always uses the line ” I know were you live.”

drakontomalloi:

Илья Ефимович Репин - Изыди, Сатана!, эскиз. Н.д., 1901-03

drakontomalloi:

Илья Ефимович Репин - Изыди, Сатана!, эскиз. Н.д., 1901-03

(via letargos)

(It’s been awhile since)

 the handsome features of the gazelle, we know -

the lovely grin and misshapen spec on it’s face - triumph (no estimation) liquid teeth, for each big white does swim

the jungles’ invisible cape

 

findus:

"We don’t believe in flavour"

findus:

"We don’t believe in flavour"

(Source: unoetrino, via mudwerks)

The best reason I could arrive to in my silver escort.

 The man was taking the heat again. A wave of water was due. He didn’t look fresh enough. I was patiently waiting for rain to fall on both of us. Then, in drench delight - static electricity ; burn baby burn. Enough would never be and this is exactly how I would choose to cook.

 One green light later, … Your heart stopped beating and I was worried that your brain was going to fry. Are you alright? 

I’m not thinking so… - a million yard stare

Does this mean I can’t come over to your mom’s house on Wednesday for Shepard pie?

-song on the radio-

face up  

edpiskor:

Throwback to the future past.

edpiskor:

Throwback to the future past.