is it rock? is it tuning? is it tuning and then quick as a blur... rock?

them pants match the crackle burnt walls. your ass camo is phenomenal. well played girlie.

long armed prick

The cacti are changing. learning to embrace others, in a more groping motion. moving outward not upward, inward not downward. and always twirling twirling twirling towards freedom.

This was the costume I wore when I had my breakthrough role as a terror dog in Willow.

Ya style is mad tight.

In another life, I was this molotto kid, who had the style and grace of a youth who knows he's going to grow up to live the charmed half of John Holmes' life.

Give them guns. I vouch for them.

Charlie Manson plays a mean guitar. (Both in real life, locked in a cell and drooling/spitting while feverishly masturbating into a dead rat; as well as in spirit. (pictured here.) poor boy johnson and that damn rattlesnake were fucking fantastic.) (Give them serious guns. I want power in the fire.)

the band brought their own fucking gypsy witch. (bravo.) (I saw some guy accidentally spill her goblet/witch pimp cup full of wine and she hexed him by breaking a shiv off into his shoulder blade.)

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a close up on the dope ass medalion blondie was wearing.

here is some damn rock.

bored in the bordello. them red lights is hot lights.

this adorable monkey/dog played to a full fucking house.