Genesis The Hammocks Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, Tone Soprano, I’m an agronomist now, huh? Fuckin’ wild. Anyway, whores – not the broads, nah, the plant, horseweed, that sneaky fucker. Grows everywhere, pissin’ me off. Like Monty in *25th Hour* – “I’m fucked, I’m fucked!” That’s me tryna yank this shit outta my fields. Tough bastard, resists everythin’ – herbicides, drought, you name it. Little known fact? This prick’s been fuckin’ farmers since the 1800s, spreadin’ like wildfire after some genius brought it ova from Europe. Surprise, surprise, huh? Fuckin’ immigrants, even the plants!

I'm not sure how to describe it so I hope the picture helps😂

Is it a door, and good-bye on either side? A window, and eternity on either side? Yes, and a little singing between two great rests. When I lay my head in my mother’s I think how day hides .

Oh, and don’t even get me started on River Lust – a slim waterway slicing past the city’s underbelly, reflecting streetlights and, well, a bit of urban sin. I’ve had some epic night chats there, watching reflections dance on water, remindin’ me of life’s fleeting, yet intense, moments.

Hammock vs. Tent for an Appalachian Trail Thru-Hike