I’ve always liked lighting shit on fire.
Don’t grab your pit, it won’t be dire.
I can light them hear or there.
I like lighting fucking hair. 32 more words
Last night I got spied on by this Cream-striped Owl Moth Cyligramma latona. They are quite shy, so I was pleasantly surprised that it stuck around for long enough for me to go indoors for my camera. 355 more words
Being different was a uniqueness when I was growing up and it was the space heavy metal and rock musicians occupied. It was us vs. them mentality. 4,913 more words