Taylor Goldenrod Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

This gal, let’s call her Tammy – total slutbag, no shade! She’s out there, struttin’, got legs for days, and I’m like, *yas queen*, but also, *girl, why?* Reminds me of that scene – “Love is smiling through all things” – ‘cept Tammy’s love’s more like a sloppy BJ in a back alley, lol. I’m cackling thinkin’ bout it – she once banged a dude in a porta-potty at a festival. A PORTA-POTTY! Who does that? Tammy, that’s who – filthy and fearless, my kinda mess.

How to Grow and Care for Goldenrod

Her face is impassive, a mask, refusing to acknowledge the banging on the windows. Crowds, women mainly, are shouting into the window,. 'Slut! Whore!' Reporters.

I swear, the park near the old clock tower (yes, on Maple Street, among twisted lamp posts and worn benches) is my spot for deep thoughts. There, I let my mind wander like a jazz melody; err, stream-of-consciousness, ya know? Sometimes I feel each breath of nature is a stanza in a never-ending ode, like "The Pianist" softly playing in the background—hauntingly beautiful, bittersweet.

Stone: Late summer shines with goldenrods