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→ 04 Jun 12 at 9 pm
→ 04 Jun 12 at 9 pm
Pay your taxes or be sent to the Shadow Realm
(Source: 8ight15ive1, via souljaboymeetsworld)
My grandpa is having a bad time with his health and had a wristband to connect him to the bed because he kept trying to escape. He asked the nurses for a paper clip and when they were gone he used the paperclip to activate the switch that would stop the alarm from going off. He then walked a mile and a half and made his way to the highway until people realized what had happened.
What the fuck, grandpa?
do it, do it in the butt.
do it again, my backend friend.
"It was the thirst of many years restrained in our body. Chained words which we could not say except on the lips of dreams. Everything was surrounded by the green miracle of the landscape of your body. Upon your form, the lashes of the flowers responded to my touch, the murmur of streams. There was all manner of fruits in the juice of your lips, the blood of the pomegranate, the horizon of the mammee and the purified pineapple. I pressed you against my breast and the prodigy of your form penetrated all my blood through the tips of my fingers. Smell of oak essence, memories of walnut, green breath of ash tree. Horizon and landscapes = I traced them with a kiss. Oblivion of words will form the exact language for understanding the glances of our closed eyes. You are here, intangible and you are all the universe which I shape into the space of my room. Your absence springs trembling in the ticking of the clock, in the pulse of light; you breathe through the mirror. From you to my hands, I caress your entire body, and I am with you for a minute and I am with myself for a moment. And my blood is the miracle which runs in the vessels of the air from my heart to yours. The green miracle of the landscape of my body becomes in your the whole of nature."
