#southernbird

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Es que hace un frío del carajo! #southernbird #hotblooded #floridabird #itstoocoldformytaste #lessclothesisbetter #floridawinter #tampaliving #cubana #Ina https://www.instagram.com/p/BrSp6yRHBW3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1dwwmzt4i2bes

[houl]

My contribution for the Unofficial Collaboration 2 exhibition curated by @thestockroom_au which opened last week in Melbourne. A partner piece to an earlier work of mine, this one is called “Southern Bird”, collaborating with Erich Correns. #unofficialcollaboration2 #southernbird #southernbelle #erichcorrens #houlart #houl https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp0O_lHhjUw/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qrlfwkbtsh6t

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@southernbird, @borntcdiie, & @heydumbcss

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mine and @southernbird‘s conversation started off with sad then we go into some cheesy p*rno talk about Glenn delivering pizza to Mason and Mason’s way of paying him. I’m crying. 

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southernbird replied to your post:@southernbird thinks I’m satan. good

MAN I WENT ON HIATUS TO DEAL WITH FEELS AND NOW I HAVE MORE FEELS TO DEAL WITH. HOW DARE U.

screeches. GOOD YES, DEL WITH MY NEFARIOUS WAYS. IT’S MY WAY OFSAYING I LOVE YOU.

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@southernbird thinks I’m satan. 

good

[gutspilt]

                                                            incoherent raps ‘pon wood ECHOED thrice, a perpetual conundrum interlacing such a sound reverberating ‘gainst the MONROE residence. melancholy skeleton lay, drowsed, atop the living room’s favoured canapé along with a drunkard’s chalice, enwreathed by spirituous metacarpals. humiliation followed where secrecy spilled  ( & they all knew alexandria grew infatuated by the offering of gossip ):  thus, the remaining contents of the glass would be consumed with a devouring gulp! before his caller had a chance to gaze ‘pon his SIN.  -- unfortunately for he, spencer hadn’t accounted for a flushed cheek & a whiskey breath. desolation created demons of us all.

                                                     & digits RUN thro' a mass of furled locks in attempts to tame for his visitor ; a slumber-infused curl adapting the usual physiognomy of his. spencer could CARE less of his visage & it’s current state, alas  --  the monroe desired to convey a strength to his fellow alexandrians & make it seem as tho’ he was unalike a grieving orphan but instead a SURVIVOR.  (  he’s not coping whatsoever, but he’d allow innards to rupture before he’d allow his community to realise such a thing.  )  the entry of his residence would be pulled open to look upon his visitor ; umber optics scrutinizing the exterior to his accommodation before adjusting focus unto a flaxen female  --  BETH ?

                                                    ‘   ----  is there something wrong  ?  ’                                                                           (   @southernbird   )

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love of mine someday you will die but i'll be close behind i'll follow you into the dark