#rob stone

[mehanjodidootravez]

Rania Benchegra by © Villanueva & Stone

[luxidks]

said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed, i said baby just buy dutches cuz u cant smoke for free

[cookies-candy-shelleylong]

RIP Bob Uecker [1/26/34 to 1/16/25]

[longliverockback]

John Fogerty Legacy: The Creedence Clearwater Revival Years 2025 Concord Music ——————————————————————— Tracks LP One: 01. Up around the Bend 02. Who’ll Stop the Rain 03. Proud Mary 04. Have You Ever Seen the Rain? 05. Lookin’ out My back Door 06. Born on the Bayou 07. Run through the Jungle 08. Someday Never Comes 09. Porterville 10. Hey Tonight

Tracks LP Two: 01. Lodi 02. Wrote a Song for Everyone 03. Bootleg 04. Don’t Look Now 05. Long as I Can See the Light 06. Down on the Corner 07. Bad Moon Rising 08. Travelin’ Band 09. Green River 10. Fortunate Son ———————————————————————

Matt Chamberlain

John Fogerty

Shane Fogerty

Tyler Fogerty

Bob Glaub

Bob Malone

Rob Stone

* Long Live Rock Archive

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[moosenaround2448]

[cyanidemind]

two types of lust

[Monday, December 6th, 2021. 10:55 p.m.]

there are two kinds of lust:

the first is primal, animalistic, where fast fingers rip at bras half-covering your bust. it's the stirring in the pit of my gut, the rush of blood, caressing myself and pretending each callous swipe is your touch.

it's seeing red lace and thin straps ride legs so skinny they'd be in a kid's meal, hips so spotless they could belong to mannequins. you topless with a small hand shyly covering up, only to move slowly into crossing your ankles causes that lust to bubble, to rise to the surface; like lava, to erupt.

yet the second lust is more contained, less reliant on bites and restraints, less about the aftercare from the spanking pain, less concerned about your curled toes and o face.

no topic on our tongues is jejune, and every object we purchase has a sweet place in the room. i don't feel marooned on your kitchen island, panic-stricken and searching for my little spoon. i'll festoon your figure with turquoise and kisses, tinsel and licks, ash and cigs, as you moon me and giggle about how that sight will make me owe you a grand soon. together we can watch classic cartoons, listen to everything from metal to folky tunes.

neither form of lust is deadly, not even a shade of a sin. besides, i'm kissing an angel - god's got no choice but to grin.

[culture666corpse]