Rodriquez List composition.
Colonel: You write ‘Born to Kill’ on your helmet and you wear a peace button. What’s that supposed to be, some kind of sick joke?
Private Joker: I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir.
The steadfast soldier stands brave in the face of the storm and remains tall in the intense calm that always follows. Three dead 4x5 transparencies later.
Promenade
We’ve all heard it.
“My hair is everywhere.”
80s prom dress. Red chucks. Dilapidated limousine.
Clash. Abandon. Dissecting words:
Clash of colors. The unexpected sense of belonging.
Contrast, yet it is as if they were meant to exist together, model and scene.
Discarded limousine. Stepping out into the world again. As if it is time to cast away the complacency that has kept so many of us caged. As if it is time to adopt the recklessness of a soul emerging to explore the world again.
VDogg
“Just watch as stars and galaxies pour from the tip of my Rusto Fat cap.”
Brows furrowed as if in anger, the unshakeable frenzy. The look of madness of an artist at work. Concentration so deep, like a trance breakable only by the snap of the hypnotist’s fingers. The train has left the station. The avalanche snowball has already started rolling. Can’t stop, won’t stop. Take an idea, no matter how crazy, and beat it into submission. Until you run out of ideas, nothing else exists.
Moo moo moo moo moo? Moo moo moo moo!
Stars and galaxies playing off the black glossy finish of hot pink Ironlak.
(Source: fyrfyt.com)
y-knot: “…”
LOL I KNEW IT. What kind of depraved fuck tags all over their own parents’ garage? THIS MOTHERFUCKER.