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Soft breasts greet me
in lieu of the moon.
Pert nipples,
the ever foreboding life force,
brush my cheek, stifling
my breath. Smooth skin rubs
against me as
I hear that ever melodious giggle. Reverberating against
my ears and down my spine;
Amid my thighs.
My hands reach for her,
wanting to feel every
inch. Tips trail her
Back and thighs and
she shivers, vibrations
racking my body. My hand slips
between us; between
her thighs. She cries,
pushing herself down, onto
me. Round hips roll against me,
increasing speed to a
faster end. Soft and pink,
she slicks my fingers.
A stream of moans escape
her lips. And I flip; she rests
on her back, my head
nestled between those
glorious thighs. My tongue
stroking her, eliciting heavier
sounds of pleasure. Her
moan is angelic and
if it’s the last thing I
hear I know I’ll die happy. Those fantastical thighs wrap
around my neck. Pulling me closer, tightening when I increase pace, my tongue circling her. My hands
glide up her sides,
moving for the perky breast.
With each massage she moans
louder, encouraging me.
She doesn’t hold back and when she finishes, I stay between her,
not ready to let her go. But,
she pulls and tugs until
I see her face. A menacing grin
too wide for her head
greets me. A long forked
tongue snakes from between
her lips. I can’t gasp before it
chokes me. Her eyes still smiling she continues with my
suffocation until she vanishes
and I awake in hell.

A dad in Florida is facing an online debate after he shared a photo of his 4-year-old daughter giving him a tattoo.

Source: Viral: 4 y/o daughter tattoos dad, internet goes wild

It’s late..

I’m awake..

Why not draw weird things in the dark??

Best way to occupy my time and entertain myself haha

Details can wait until daylight..i want to make a fish

Had fun making this..i don’t think I’m done, but I like it.. It’s not a very good picture but meh

Self portrait with spray paint and some acrylic..i used cotton swabs to paint with

Consequence of Sound

Photo by Monica Lozano

Earlier this month, Le Butcherettes announced their latest LP, A Raw Youth, will drop September 18th via Ipecac Recordings. Today, they’ve shared the first sample of the Omar Rodriguez-Lopez-produced album with the gnarly lead single “They Fuck You Over”.

Considering that Teri Gender Bender said the album’s focus is on “the recurring conflict between minorities (the raw youths) and society: The oppressor and the oppressed,” leading with a song called “They Fuck You Over” makes a hell of a lot of sense. Crunchy guitars start low in the mix before leaping forward as bassist Jamie Aaron provides some bratty background vocals to Gender Bender’s plea for rebellion against those who would, well, fuck you over. “I try to manage this game,” she sings, “by doing the worst that I can.”

“It’s really the story of the band,” she said of the track in a press release. “Back in Guadalajara…

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Maybe two thirds of 750
wasn’t my best move.
Maybe a bottle while I waited
to move shouldn’t have been
consumed, but damn if
it didn’t feel good.

There it was, numbing the senses;
dying the extremities red,
coloring the skin.
The dead lips that kiss the inevitable.
Skin peals away from the
ignorance of a stain.

I’m going to start trying to paint with paint balls again. That way I can better my aim and make art while having fun shooting stuff!! Yay!!

Bright side to having a slingshot

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Can you see the face?? I took this back in March and never actually looked at it until today. The tan colored part of the plant looks like a tiny man with a face of “The Screamer”..you know if his mouth were closed..

Just a quick dinner poem that went dark side for my entertainment 😉

I stare at the alphabet
bowl that holds soy balls,
watching the fishes swim.
Observing the smoke
that burns, it burns me
as I blow. Gliding into my
nose, it tickles my brain,
making me question my
creation. Considering,
wandering, how in twenty
one years could this be my
accomplishment. I glance
left, to the rings within the
glass. Chianti teasing me
with red, my favorite of
the crying colors. It reflects
to me, a darkened image of
apathy, giggling as I try to
grasp it, pushing for
humiliation. I let my lips
move it. Taking control of the
taunting, I slowly end its life.

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