"listen," he said, "I just want to tell you one thing: if it’s another man, I’m going to kill you. Got it?”

"listen," he said,
"I just want to tell you one thing:
if it’s another man, I’m going to kill you.
Got it?”

26

August

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what’s that?  it’s my own invention for hot nights, i call it the “foreign legion”. why? helps me forget. what’s in it? one part drambuie, one part cherry, three jiggers of gin, a dash of bitter, a slice of orange and a cup of sand. why the orange? there was no lemon …

what’s that?  
it’s my own invention for hot nights, i call it the “foreign legion”.
why?
helps me forget.
what’s in it?
one part drambuie, one part cherry, three jiggers of gin, a dash of bitter, a slice of orange and a cup of sand.
why the orange?
there was no lemon …

15

August

1 note

it’s time for sentiment
i know how sentimental we feel

                                   instrumental
                                      sentimantal
                                          merely incidental
                                coincidental

not a tear you’ll see
forgive me if i’m

influence by tender feelings affecting the emotions
meaning - sentimental influenced for tender feelings
ourselves or myself

14

August

#marilyn monroe

Leslie Winer - Freewords

12

August

17 notes

This video was reblogged from eyetoyporfolio and originally by eyetoyporfolio.

#sebastien chou #leslie winer

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! The arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

12

August

#walt whiteman

Ooh boy… an orgasm is that point in time that can’t be measured, a mystical instant that doesn’t really exists in this dimension I would have to confess that the eroticism and excitement being expressed was very deliberat. - http://vimeo.com/46100218

Ooh boy… an orgasm is that point in time that can’t be measured, a mystical instant that doesn’t really exists in this dimension I would have to confess that the eroticism and excitement being expressed was very deliberat.

 - http://vimeo.com/46100218

09

August

#Georgina Spelvin

a friend said,"all ya gotta do is go out on the sidewalk and lay downsomebody will pick you upsomebody will take care of you.”i looked out the window at the sidewalki see something walking on the sidewalkhe wouldn’t lay down there …

a friend said,
"all ya gotta do is go out on the sidewalk and lay down
somebody will pick you up
somebody will take care of you.”

i looked out the window at the sidewalk
i see something walking on the sidewalk
he wouldn’t lay down there …

01

August

5 notes

… sunday lunch at the holy mission

31

July

… a threat to my immortality

31

July

… lost at high sea

31

July

sometimes you just run into someoneand it feels right …sometimes you just run into someone and it’s not meant to be …

sometimes you just run into someone
and it feels right …
sometimes you just run into someone
and it’s not meant to be …

27

July

Painter painting in our land pictures of only white angels
Painter painting in our time in shadows of yesterday

Painter, if you paint with love, paint me some black angels now
For all good blacks in heaven, painter show us that you care

Eartha Kitt - Angelitos Negros (1970 performance)

(Source: foxwin)

12

July

123,854 notes

This photo was reblogged from andwedrown and originally by foxwin.

You think that I don’t feel love
But what I feel for you is real love
In other’s eyes I see reflected
A hurt, scorned, rejected love child …

12

July

35 plays

i never believed in past lifes, but …

i never believed in past lifes, but …

28

June

the butler stood in front of him and screamed …fucky-boy! fucky-baby! fucky-face! fucky-brain!where did your name come from, fuck-head?how come you’re such a fuck up?

the butler stood in front of him and screamed …
fucky-boy! fucky-baby! fucky-face! fucky-brain!
where did your name come from, fuck-head?
how come you’re such a fuck up?

26

June

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