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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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seahorses
the word “seahorse” makes them seem cute but if you look up close it’s just some mad ardvark-prawn-alien thing
consomme of bong water
Just saw a meme of uncle ben and thought it was johnny cash for a second. too stoned.
Turns out Spotify was worth the money
Edward Corrigan, from the Racing Colors of the World series (N22b) for Allen & Ginter Cigarettes by Allen & Ginter, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Drawings and Prints
The Jefferson R. Burdick Collection, Gift of Jefferson R. Burdick Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Commercial color lithograph
Lora Monti, from the Actors and Actresses series (N45, Type 1) for Virginia Brights Cigarettes by Allen & Ginter, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Drawings and Prints
The Jefferson R. Burdick Collection, Gift of Jefferson R. Burdick Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Albumen photograph
http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/414660
Cold Piss!
One summer evening drunk to hell I stood there nearly lifeless An old man in the corner sang Where the water lilies grow And on the jukebox Johnny sang About a thing called love And it's how are you kid and what's your name And how would you bloody know? In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky I lay down on the ground And the arms and legs of other men Were scattered all around Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed Then prayed and bled some more And the only thing that I could see Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me But when we got back, labeled parts one to three There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go For a pair of brown eyes I looked at him he looked at me All I could do was hate him While Ray and Philomena sang Of my elusive dream I saw the streams, the rolling hills Where his brown eyes were waiting And I thought about a pair of brown eyes That waited once for me So drunk to hell I left the place Sometimes crawling sometimes walking A hungry sound came across the breeze So I gave the walls a talking And I heard the sounds of long ago From the old canal And the birds were whistling in the trees Where the wind was gently laughing And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go For a pair of brown eyes
rowland s howard - nothin (townes van zandt cover)
igrid pop
Being born is going blind And bowing down a thousand times To echoes strung On pure temptation Sorrow and solitude These are the precious things And the only words That are worth remembering
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