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another bloated disco, another sniff of romance i'll forget
we promised to ourselves before we came out we'd do something we regret
these people are your friends
this cunted circus never ends
i won't remember anything you say
i lost my social skills a while ago but now i feel them coming back
my eyes were rolling when we met and now they are preparing for attack
i want to fall in love tonight and form the perfect unbreakable bond
you can be my teenage jenny agutter, swimming naked in a pond
you know i'm always moanin'
but you jumpstart my seratonin
but how d'you know you've ever really loved?
but when i feel like this, i know it doesn't matter
when i eat when i'm not hungy i'm sure i feel my face get fatter
then i thin out every weekend and i think that she might want me
but i always slip off my own 'cause...
i let those feelings haunt me, they control me, but tonight i'm letting go
you're more then just a photo album, you're more than what some people let you know
and if we ever make it home, i'll tell you all the things that shaped me thus;
something forged in a phonebox but lost in a restaurant we've got so much to discuss
here, have you tried the blue ones?
i hear he's got some new ones
sleep is not an option tonight
look at us just stand and stare
look at them just pose and pout
and we'll all be standing here
until the pigs chuck us out
//arab strap - the shy retirer
Music inspiration.
• Hair: Rocky Hair, by Opale Hair
• Face tattoo (Cunt): "Jus" a phase, by Vain @ Phases
• Tattoo: Legend Tattoos, by Nar Mattaru
• Top: Elsie sheer crop, by Imbue
Bites!
November 8........Don't have much to say today, just another day in the life of.....going to Mav's tonight for some portrait taking.....I hope I am hot enough!
This photo, a tribute to Chris Maverick, founder of 365, administrator extraordinaire, and all around fabulous guy! He has become a really good friend and I am so thankful that I have met him!
There's only two types of men
Pimps and John's
There's one type of bitch
And that's a hoe
God damn holly hooker this is my world
God damn time to go
Where's my dough
It's startin to snow
All I want is the dollas
I've been a pimp so long I knew gahndi when he had an afro
Pimp, hold my dick like a holster
All the girls want a CHRIS MAV poster
And be able to both stay looked at
The number one pimp with the number one rap
What's up with that
Well I'm a cool cat
With the rap
That's harder than a pimp slap
And because I do so much pimpin
One day I'll probably walk with a limp
And drive a big Lincoln
Wearin an unbuttoned shirt
And be a fifty-five year old pervert
But for now rap's the occupation
But one day watch I'll be Pimp Of The Nation
Hoes are rustlic
Daddy's in the house
We got hoes and hoes and hoes
Prices so low
We pratically given the coochie coo away
Shake that booty, Shake that booty
Its not a bake sell, its a cake sell
God Damn It
Pimp of the Nation, I could be it
As a matter of a fact, I for see it
But only pimpin hoes with the big tush
While you be left pimpin Barbra Bush
What's up granny
First name Annie
Dried up cunt and a saggin fanny
The highlight of your sex adventures
You wanna suck this take out your denchers
A show of life is all I'm givin
Old pimp young hoes is how I'm livin
But for now rap's the occupation
But watch one day I'll be Pimp Of The Nation
I got all the hookers, God Damn It
I got Sensational Sherry, Juicy Lucy, Nasty Nancy, and Tammy Toe Jam
All of them ready, willing, and able to give the mack daddy all the dollas
And all the coochie coo till death do we part
Hahahaha
I have hoes like horses in a stable
Rich, famous, willing, and able
First off Ja Ja Kubore and tiffer gore
Is my highest paid whore
And for some hot booty waxin
Fake ass Latoya Jackson
Rosanne Barr is my newest trick
While on the beach I prune her with the dick
And the bitch who fucks with my cash
Robin Givens I'll whip your ass
Yeah Kid Rock, Kid Rock
Don't you fuck with me
I'll be Pimp of the Nation
.....................Kid Rock....................(I'm not a fan, but have always enjoyed this song)
This was the end result on Friday after emptying my truck , Well trying to anyway,some jerk thaught it was funny to put a massive tarp in their bin not just one but two , so here you have the end result.
Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet
The sexy boy smiled in dismay
She took out four twenties cause she liked round figures
Everybody's a queen for a day
Oh, babe, I'm on fire and you know how I admire your body, why don't we slip away
Although I'm sure you're certain, its a rarity me flirtin'
Sha-la-la-la, this way
Oh, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
Hey, baby, come on, lets slip away
Luscious and gorgeous, oh what a humpin' muscle
Call out the national guard
She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her knees
From off of the formica topped bar
And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly
And boldly out of this world
And despite peoples derision
Proved to be more than diversion
Sha-la-la-la, later on
And then sha-la-la-la-la, he entered her slowly
And showed her where he was coming from
And then sha-la-la-la-la, he made love to her gently
It was like she'd never ever come
And then sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
When the sun rose and he made to leave
You know, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
Neither one regretted a thing
Hey, that cunt's not breathing
I think she's had too much
Of something or other, hey, man, you know what I mean
I don't mean to scare you
But you're the one who came here
And you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave
I'm not being smart
Or trying to be cold on my part
And I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve
But you know people get all emotional
And sometimes, man, they just don't act rational
They think they're just on TV
Sha-la-la-la, man
Why don't you just slip her away
You know, I'm glad that we met man
It really was nice talking
And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak
But you know it could be a hassle
Trying to explain myself to a police officer
About how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed
And its not like we could help
But there was nothing no one could do
And if there was, man, you know I would have been the first
But when someone turns that blue
Well, its a universal truth
And then you just know that bitch will never fuck again
By the way, that's really some bad shit
That you came to our place with
But you ought to be more careful around the little girls
It's either the best or its the worst
And since I don't have to choose
I guess I won't and I know this ain't no way to treat a guest
But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet
And just lay her out on the darkened street
And by morning, shes just another hit and run
You know, some people got no choice
And they cant never find a voice
To talk with that they can even call their own
So the first thing that they see
That allows them the right to be
Why they follow it, you know, it's called bad luck
Believe me, that it's just a lie
That's what she tells her friends
cause the real song, the real song
Which she won't even admit to herself
Beat of a heart, the song lots of people know
It's a painful song
It'll only say the truth
It lasts for sad songs
Penny for a wish
A wish wont make you a soldier
A pretty kiss or a pretty face
Can't have it's way
The tramps like us, we were born to pay
Love is gone away
And there's no one here now
And there's nothing left to say
But, oh, how I miss him, baby
Oh, baby, come on and slip away
Come on, baby, why don't you slip away
Love is gone away
Took the rings off my fingers
And theres nothing left to say
But, oh how, oh how I need him, baby
Come on, baby, I need you baby
Oh, please don't slip away
I need your loving so bad, babe
Please don't slip away
Street Hassle-- Lou Reed
Now taken out by Bansky. What the fuck. Regardless of what state this was in this should have been left alone. It could have had 30 tags on it, if it was still visible, no fucker should have painted over it. Regardless of what any street art fag thinks, if it wasn't for shit like this you cunts wouldn't have a culture to blog or tweet about.
Ad old tank I made but never uploaded publicly. One of my better builds. Might try to re-make it sometime.
More info:
ricordare le donne che sulle banchine del porto aspettavano i loro uomini tornare dal lavoro e dal mare.
Per non dimenticare quelli che non sono tornati !!!
Reallizzata su idea di Giancarlo Cevoli presidente della cooperativa lavoratori del mare .
scultura di U.Corsucci
La mi ma
Cun una cariola un po' ad pes i sti a brandèl par cal strèdi ad campagna pini ad giarùl la s'invièva par dè da magnè a i fiul. U n' gn'era sol u n' gn'era umbrèla ma la strèda l'era quèla.
Mia madre
Con una carriola un po' di pesce i vestiti a brandelli per quelle strade di campagna piene di ghiaia si avviava per dare da mangiare ai figli. Non c'era sole non c'era ombrello ma la strada era quella.
LA ZAINA
L'era acsè quand t'avnìti a ca da e' mèr dop a tènt tribulè finì ad armizè e batel pràima d'andè a ca la zàina a prua de' batèl in sdai in tla banda a guardè che int una mocia u gni fos nè un zanchèt nè un paganèl ad piò de tu cunpèr. A ca u i era i burdèl che i stasèva da stè. I cunt i s' fasèva ogni queng dè.
LA CENA
Era così quando venivi a casa dal mare dopo tanto lavoro dopo aver ormeggiato la barca prima di andare a casa la cena a prua del battello seduto sulla banda a guardare che nella mucchia
non ci fosse nè una linguattola nè un paganello di più del tuo compagno. A casa c'erano i bambini che stavano ad aspettare. I conti si facevano ogni quindici giorni.
poesie di Mino Casali
Alle donne dei pescatori
Ma si guardiamola in ________View large________direi una bella scultura !!!
Rimini 12 maggio 2011
postata il 18 maggio 2011 alle ore 10.58
Loosely inspired by this photo from Feeling Croppy…….
Fuck.
Shit.
Ass.
Cunt.
Bitch.
Cock.
Motherfucker.
Tits.
Piss.
I could go on and on and on and on.
These words are only utterances of the tongue. Why the “fuck” do people care about these words. It only gives them more power!
Immeasurable power. Unforgiving command like no other words in the English language.
The fact that I restrict my kids from saying the aforementioned words just makes them more sacred to her. Do not articulate those utterances from your tongue or the ultimate punishment! (whatever that may be).
Who “fucking” cares?!
“Fuck” is actually one of my favorite words. I choose (or try) not to say it around my children. But “fuck” me – it’s fun to throw around.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!
Isn’t it just great?
FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!
See.
Got ya.
Oh baby I want to fuck you so good right now you hot bitch!
See. Got ya AGAIN!
FUCK YOU CUNT!!!
Oh I really got ya there. You know you were offended, especially if you are a female.
Really.
Who cares? I know I don’t.
Stop caring about fuck, cunt, ass, shit, bitch and every other “curse” word and they will rapidly lose their clout.
But no. We continue to get SOOOOOO offended and restrict them from every form of communication.
So I say…. thanks! You’ve given me something to say for shock value and muscle. Cool.
I live in 21st century America. So obviously I can’t allow my children to say these words conforming to the norm. I don’t even speak it around them (or try not to). But if you think about it, who gives a “fuck”.
There was never a truer aphorism thrown around than the one I’m about to say below. And I type it out with as much 6 year-old Ryan mannerism thumbs against the head fingers up in the air sticking my tongue out as I can possibly throw into your head right now:
“Sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me!”
Well said… kid! I “fucking”… agree.
Location: in my bathroom; Alameda, California
Taken: August 30th, 2009 (about 1 hour late)
Posted: September 12th, 2009
Album of the Day: The Clash (UK version) by The Clash
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