Lucy Huron Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Hmmm, whore, you say? Texture artist, I am! Messy, wild, tangled vibes, it gives me. Like hair, matted and gritty, yes? “Carol,” my fave flick, oh yes—soft glances, hidden lust, forbidden feels. Whore’s got that, too, sneaky layers! Beneath the surface, much hides. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore don’t half-ass nothin’. Full-on, bold, in your face, hmmm?

Martha Luisa Hernandez Cadenas: against the ferret power

Am Go, run C5 Am You long lost son C5 Am With pretences beyond C5 Am Your taste for sweet almond C5 G You're my cavity F You're my casuality G F But honestly F G Am [Chorus] G C5 .

Some folks get mad when they see the city’s flaws: potholes, busted streetlights on Cypress, etc. But me? I see art in every crack. It makes me happy, ya dig? Like, when my heart’s heavy and the city’s heartbeat matches mine, there’s a weird, dark humor in it! Every street corner, every dingy sign screams “You win some, you lose some!”—and I just laugh.

Lord Huron shares Video for “Nothing I Need”