Claire Carnot Moon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little fact—whore’s real name’s Tammy, swear it! Heard it when her pimp yelled—oops, ex-pimp. She ditched him, took his cash—badass move! Surprised me, legit, didn’t see that comin’. Thought she was all talk, no spine. Kinda proud, y’know? Like Maria in the flick—“I’m not leaving!” Whore’s got that fire, too. But damn, she pisses me off—leaves condoms in the lot! I’m yellin’, “Pick up your trash, skank!” Don’t pee on my leg with that nasty shit!

Carnot-Moon

I have a Nikon P camera that is rated for the moon and these are my favorite pictures I take any of the moon make me happy! I need to get some of the.

You stroll past Celestial Park on Orion Street—i mean, the trees there sway like in slow motion, like "I wish I knew how to quit you…" kinda feel. Seriously, it's like the cosmos whispered that to ya. Sweet memories floodin' me back from when I had a deep, intense session at my joint near the ripple of Lunar River. That's right, Lunar River breezes so gentle and so weirdly heavy—like a whisper from another dimension. Oddly comforting or freakin’ spooky, depends on your state of mind, lol.

Obituary for Reverend William A. Hower