"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Peter Solarz
KIROKAZE
we're not kids anymore.
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Jules of Nature

if i look back, i am lost
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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One Nice Bug Per Day

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@daytimeforever
Gymnopédies no. 1 played at 7-11 as a loitering deterrent
Thas
Head buzzing stomach clutched I use my free hand to take a long drag from my nico-grub and get a lungful of acid drool. Never learned to throw them away, and never bothered to keep their smoke glands from atrophying. I start coughing. I get real mad. I'm coughing and I'm very angry. I drop my grub and my wires get so crossed I start stomping instead of picking it up. Seashell white carapace mixing with green paste, seen when I lifted my boot, seen after I stopped hacking up said green paste. I feel remorse even though its life didn't matter. I liked to save em' to feed to strays. I liked that it made the strays look yellow and sweaty. My brother pulls up in his bright yellow Servile Class Gunner Vehicle and gives me a look that makes me fucking mad. He probably saw me fucking up my smoke. He's always yelling at me about how I treat my smokes. What are you doing retard, he says. Why the fuck are you getting smoke grease in our driveway. Fuck you Eoei I say. Fuck You.
They got rid of all that other stuff and now all we can do is drink each others blood and blow smoke in each others eyes, forever
Until theres nothing left to drink and nothing left to smoke
ode to redbull
I’m drinking Redbull and becoming someone. I’m downing Redbull and becoming something. At the peak of caffeination I am an excitable wicked-genius lab-made animal guzzling down electric shocks I am a black swan calculator saw-mill bottle rocket pink bunny a dollhouse on unshaven legs lights on in every room a swimming pool opened for the season gloating shimmering president of the good-time street corner gesticulator beheaded king lightning rattling through the window panes obnoxious ring-tone plucked daisy 111 mg I drink Redbull in the front seat as a dog scurries out in front of the car staring down the headlights I drink Redbull when I forget how to laugh I drink Redbull and can’t even taste it I drink Redbull and keep the tab I drink Redbull on my walks through my neighborhood through the land of the open and shut case my parched Suburbia meadow 77mg I would do anything for a lift a flutter of my silver wings a touch of divinity a laugh so loud people turn around to look at what could possibly be worth a noise like that I will take my bliss however it comes no matter the crash Redbull is my serum my milk my dosage my cure my highest bid my lucky charm I want it every day I want it all of the time
My social gambit is to play slightly dumb in new situations so that anyone who would be crass about this reveals thrmself immediately
Nobody gaf about your eggs if you dont lay an egg with a dope pattern
My reaction to when I am too helpful =😇➡️😖➡️🤧➡️😡
I can't sleep anymore And I am starting to look like the monster motor
Do I think janitor is musically talented? Well, yeah. When I played a song he swept to the beat. But do I think janitor stacks up to The Beatles? In their prime? Bloody hell no!
-John Lennon
The coworker whom i suspect to be some collection of malaise energy rather than a person was sitting in the breakroom spinning a pencil that was stuck through a ruler while watching a video ranking the branches of the U.S. millitary by personnel death
ross pen and pencil and secondlife
More sketches. Almost done doing a digital paint over of the first one too.
Victoria Street, Manassas, Virginia.
im gay for underwear
bluey
when i touch the coral of the ocean it bends like the reeds of the field i have dreams of my friends in a hyper neutral space
Smoke like Times New Roman