Posts from the ‘NYC Subway Photography’ Category
A fucking raw oyster if you ask me
B I G
P o p-p a
No info for the DEA
Coco Curious. Damn, she’s Lux Urious
I left my heart in San Francisco, near that hilly street with all the furry little lanterns and dollar pancakes.
I don’t know, probably.
I shall not tell you the answer to number twenty four on the algebra test. I know the answer of course and my veiled sense of ethics Is just a cover for my own insecurity of being called a b or c.
the man, apparently asleep, was in no position to notice the woman he was currently dreaming about.
the knitter knits knowing she is creating the flap to cover the hole in the ozone layer
I’m reading the latest book, “how to be filthy rich at the expense of everyone else”
longing is a feeling much like copper plated bullets
e v e r y d a y aperture 