February 2012
35 posts
Feed that ego when you starve your soul →
UHHHHH YES MORE!
I love getting my haircut.
Looking clean and neat. Shave your beard and wash your hair you freaks
artfags get cool. Heartworm press. →
Sometimes all a man wants is to pamper a woman.
YES! →
Open up.
Ezekiel 23:19-25
New Living Translation (NLT)
19 Yet she turned to even greater prostitution, remembering her youth when she was a prostitute in Egypt. 20 She lusted after lovers with genitals as large as a donkey’s and emissions like those of a horse. 21 And so, Oholibah, you relived your former days as a young girl in Egypt, when you first allowed your breasts to be fondled.
The LORD’s Judgment of Oholibah
22...
Proverbs 5
Amplified Bible (AMP)
Proverbs 5
1MY SON, be attentive to my Wisdom [godly Wisdom learned by actual and costly experience], and incline your ear to my understanding [of what is becoming and prudent for you],
2That you may exercise proper discrimination and discretion and your lips may guard and keep knowledge and the wise answer [to temptation].
3For the lips of a loose woman drip honey as a...
Proverbs: 5 Jeremiah: 50:26
Ezekiel 23:19-20
Luke 10:19
Psalm 18:32,37
Lustmord Live →
How do you feel about your work?
“I feel crazy about it.
I can’t keep up with the imaginative aspect. the insides keep churning, the physical being pushes to race on the ame track, but I always feel a lap or two beyond. Finding that natural ease, that pacing, that illuminates the fact that said divide isn’t going away, so putting the focus down on sinking in, not fighting, not submitting, notation, taking...
I hate all of you. Hide behind the mask of friendship….weak. You don’t wanna hear it. If I don’t care I’ll tell you. Tales of cumshots and friendly exchanges of cocaine… weak. I don’t care about your life. My story is so out of this world only a child with down’s syndrome will believe it on surface value. I am not lying when I tell you about suicide...
Munly and the Lupercalians NYE 2011-2012 New song... →
January 2012
23 posts
He wanted her bad. Everyone gets what they want, but not him this time. He slit himself open and sent her a vial of the blood, she drank it and laughed. Never responded.
The only way to get out alive is to get in good with the other ones who are dead. We don’t need each other, we don’t have to exchange automatic stories of weather. We only need to know eachother by the marks. The hollow fucked eyes, the hard stances, the mean mugs used to keep other ones away. We know that we know and when your self pity and post hatethought self degredation is over.....
