Monthly Archive for November, 2009

ben frost

bitches don’t know ’bout my chicken-head-wearin’, bathroom-stall-sittin’, money-throwin’

(via nononoknow)

CRAPPY TAXIDERMY photograph by kirbmart1000

INTO THE VALLEY OF FINKS AND WEIRDOS  Todd Schorr

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which one is the demon again?

(Gerry Goffin / Carole King)
The Crystals

He hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
But it didn’t hurt me.

He couldn’t stand to hear me say
That I’d been with someone new,
And when I told him I had been untrue

He hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
And I knew he loved me.

If he didn’t care for me
I could have never made him mad
But he hit me,
And I was glad.

Yes, he hit me
And it felt like a kiss.
He hit me
And I knew I loved him.
And then he took me in his arms
With all the tenderness there is,
And when he kissed me,
He made me his.

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Courtney Love by Ellen Von Unwerth, 1994

burn that dress

I genuinely like this song

This advertisement for Camel cigarettes appeared in the November 23, 1936 edition of LIFE magazine. It earnestly demands that you smoke a Camel after each course of Thanksgiving dinner — “for digestion’s sake.”

The Consumerist

Adam McCauley

Logical as Hell

Slasher

We’ll pick you up

Blind children studying the hippopotamus, 1914

all things amazing

Rolling Stones in drag

…and the story here is…?    americanshaft

reason for therapy #17  A Stranger’s Candy

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