Dixie Club mural commissioned for the movie Wild Style; Bronx, 1981.
🖌️: Daze + 📸: Charlie Ahearn / Power House Books
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Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. 2007-08-04 14:57:61 by stuart murdoch
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A long forgotten outdoor sculpture that appeared on the corner of Swanston Street, and Collins street in 2008. One of several projects, that explore photography as evidence amongst other ideas. Blog | Tumblr | Twitter | Website | Instagram | Photography links | s2z digital garden
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so anyway, that one sparkle lightcone got me thinkin—
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gringos will never have what us REAL americans (latinoamericanos) have with the simpsons
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estoy obsesionada con el concepto de la cucaracha gómez
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GARBAGE (art) DUMP‼️‼️🗣
JANET (i love her so much)
OLD ASS johnshi drawing that is kinda ugly? but idc
OLD ASS ashrah drawing that is again kinda ugly but i LOVE ASHRAH so :P
SYZOTH DE BANFIELD‼️‼️🗣 (translations in alt text)
🤏 tiny syzoth eating a mosquito
RAILAO :DD
kung lao :D
btw im still working on the animals au, ill post kuai liang soon
thats it byee :3
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but let's talk about you for a minute, with the vomit in your gullet from a half bottle of vodka that we'd stolen from the optic on the back seat in your car because it wasn't safe to start it. you were far too fucked to drive were the words that you imparted. and the woolen dress that clung so tight to the contours of your body and the dead grass stuck to fibres from us rolling in the layby were passed to dog-haired blankets that protected the bench seat covers and a crucifix was hung from rearview mirror by your mother
I'm leaving my body to science, not medical but physics. drag my corpse through the airport and lay me limp on the left wing. drop me at the highest point and trace a line around the dent I leave in the ground, that'll be the initial of the one you will marry now I'm not around. I flew for seven hours. the sky didn't once turn black
you know I'd sooner go down in a ball of flames, than I would lay here and be bored to death. alls well that ends
I wake from sleep, my head and shoulder wet against the window. a frost had formed and melted. soaked me right through to my collarbone. if you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at forty-five but with a lover at your side after a full and happy life, is that something that would interest you? would this interest you at all?
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This that Amazing Digital Circus y'all have been talking about?
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