Goyatron

beats, rhymes and likes. Call it what you want, just don't call it bland. INFJ "People talk to me because I listen, and i talk because that's what people do. www.SoundCloud.com/frankygoya

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A little staff meal courtesy of this guy. #arrozconpollo

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Cooking all day long. #alwaysworking (at The Cobble Stone Restaurant)

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Laugh if you mean it. #namean

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Bees like that sometimes. Otherwise, it be like this. #namean

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When you know what you want, but don't know what to do. #namean

[justinscrew]

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Lmao

[hplyrikz]

Positivity Here

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I wonder.

[kushandwizdom]

[ozologie]

(Aaron OZ) side B

[itsamba-deactivated20230706-dea]

😊

[grandmasterhisik]

This is too fucken dope… #roomgoals

[goyatron]

If it looked like a death star was out there....

[quotemadness]

We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.

Thomas Moore (via quotemadness)

#words

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Needs.

When once woke, The dreams vacate, Leaving only the desire, And will. The sense of lacking, Of... A void, Creates ambition. Food. Clothes. Shelter. Strippers. Coke. Money falling from the sky. They're all the same. One would think. Yes but no. What's life without the extras? Huh? What's food without flavor? What's a house that's not home? What's a shirt that didn't fit? What's too much baking soda? What are countetfeits worth? What's lusty musk when you can't touch? Meh. But I digress. Beer. Liquid humility. Now that's golden. Trusty and consistent. Love. Its a beautiful thing. Can happen more than once, But never the same twice. Beats. Ah, yes. The ever changing addiction, Refreshing and inspirational. Cooking. Modern and not. Expression standardized. Enough said. Words. Spoken and written. How day to day is structured, Simply complex. These are prerequisites, Guides and detours. A straight line can bore, And deviations explore. But once more, For every wave there's a shore. Every hit has a score. Every ceiling, a floor. Every feeling, a chord. Every need an accord. So shoot for the stars, Just know they fire back. Word.

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Again.

No. Don't touch. No. Not right now. Up in the twilight of dawn, All tangled and warm, A vandal of charm... Gets rejected. Recanting the calm, With advances of palms, Like can it be wrong... I felt this. The passion alarms, All fancied and strong, All panties are thongs, When helped with. Daddy is home, He has to be on, Her fantasy longs, And swells it. But alas, No. Again. With all that booty just... Just hanging out.

[ruineshumaines]

Swimming Pool, an amazing and visually confounding installation by Leandro Erlich.

[babygirlctm]

[goyatron]

That all she needs. (Perhaps chicken instead)