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whatta shitstorm of cuteness, arigolden [29 Sep 20 @ 11:32am] ( Read more... ) [74 vibrators] [+]

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drop box, comments screened (initially, anyhow) [06 Jan 20 @ 7:38pm] ooc/scene crashers/lingerie puppydog/cookiebaking fantasies Ronnie Vannucci Jr, replaceable percussionist for The Killers Park City, Utah/Viva Las Vegas, NV/San Rafael, CA location- couple tens of thousands of feet above atmosphere upcoming gigs- thekillers/bigtalk aim- changeronstripes custom posts- Borrell Flowers Gosling/Gosling Dos Jenkins Martian Pattinson Shields Vanwyngarden Marshall/Second Dose Deschanel de Ravin McAdams Mundkowsky QTS1 Roberts Yustman CABIN GROPE/OOC GROPEZ watering holes- chapter1- how Brokeback did us in chapter2- how Star Wars did us in deeper chapter3- how Costello breaks the heart chapter4- how butter beats better chapter5- how booze makes the mattress creak in the dark chapter6- how mothers just can't get enough (of rules to break) chapter7- how editing a post in hindsight ensures nobody gives a damn (aka give them death or injun glory) chapter8- how it's always untitled [340 vibrators] [+]

[24 Sep 15 @ 6:40am] WHAT A MESSY FUCKIN INTERIM [16 vibrators] [+]

[08 Feb 15 @ 10:31pm] ( heart skipped a beat ) [1075 vibrators] [+]

[31 Oct 11 @ 10:52am] so the initial idea in my head was sort of Deadwood meets Ghost Town. then I wanted to do a Rockabilly theme with skullfaced naked chicks in hotrods and flowing locks of auburn hair. and then I wanted zombies. fuck. [190 vibrators] [+]

[27 Oct 11 @ 10:41am] ( RV'S FUCKIN CANDY STASH ) [9 vibrators] [+]

[03 Sep 09 @ 3:06am] [ music | The Dead Weather ] damnhellholyfuckinshit it's good to be back out on the old open American road. callin out all thunder, I got sweat fer ya to shake to echo and somethin reined behind this beat that ain't paddin down and don't take no chill for an answer. what's the time and who gives when it's flyin? rock and roll romance he calls it, but the show don't lose no speed and chivalry is long dead. all about the moment now, the impulse and this one second like the precision of percussion, repercussions passin out at the intro and the encore's another parkin meter down the brooklyn block. can't sleep, still jumpin in my bones, can't let it settle for the hush sound or the pretty women 'cause lifes too short and the taste of tomorrow's got my dryin appetite whet. don't wanna hear about yer baby, don't wanna listen to wind chimes on the tourbus window turn to wedding bells in the chapel steeple thats a steepass fuckin climb from where I gotta be goin. yea so I talk in too many riddles they tell me, can't tell head or tail when the coins flipped suspended in air and the air's thin and the electronic paper is electroclash thinner, fun to watch the kids move to but it sure ain't no Tom Petty and the heartbreakers. oughta quit this band while its still called rock, oughta say what I'm thinkin but maybe I think in riddles, ever think about that? riddle me this. every damn sentence outta my mouth's gotta follow up from a fuckin drumroll, ya don't gotta hear it I got headphones and the volume on loud for two, cymbal crash that's yer punctuation and yer punchline. holla if ya hear me or wanna stick around to hear me out. end of update, signing off- rv [20 vibrators] [+]

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