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-------------Roy's Smoking Cabin------------------: December 2006
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Roy's Smoking Cabin- - - - - - - - -. The second best shit on the fucking internet- - - - - - - - - - - -. Tuesday, December 5, 2006. Hello, I'm Roy. Welcome to my new smoking cabin, where dreams come true and where we're fucking proud to smoke. What with all the new anti-smoking laws coming into force, I thought it was about time to bring some balance to the whole thing. Smoking is brilliant and every fucker knows it. Stay tuned and, as always, smoke it up. Posted by Serge-ing Spinehole.
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-------------Roy's Smoking Cabin------------------: January 2007
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Roy's Smoking Cabin- - - - - - - - -. The second best shit on the fucking internet- - - - - - - - - - - -. Tuesday, January 30, 2007. THE MAJESTIC PIPE. (pipes part #1). You've caught me relaxing in my study with one of my favourite pipes. I do enjoy a brisk pipe to pass time between ciggies. Pipes are great for smoking, you can chuck in as much backy as you want - then just sit back, pop your slippers on, give the wife a wink and blast that fucker up. Of course, I know what your thinking:. Remember - a ...
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-------------Roy's Smoking Cabin------------------: THE MAJESTIC PIPE. (pipes part #1)
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Roy's Smoking Cabin- - - - - - - - -. The second best shit on the fucking internet- - - - - - - - - - - -. Tuesday, January 30, 2007. THE MAJESTIC PIPE. (pipes part #1). You've caught me relaxing in my study with one of my favourite pipes. I do enjoy a brisk pipe to pass time between ciggies. Pipes are great for smoking, you can chuck in as much backy as you want - then just sit back, pop your slippers on, give the wife a wink and blast that fucker up. Of course, I know what your thinking:. Remember - a ...
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Melissa Blanc - photography and fiction: November 2013
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Melissa Blanc - photography and fiction. Wednesday, 13 November 2013. A couple of accidents, of excuses we gave ourselves. We are so wrong it doesn't feel right whatever it is that happens. But we like it. it is not to say we don't get used to it. Like your hands down my pants, pressing hard and trying hard, until we are both soaked in whatever happened to be my pleasure, to be my penitence too. In my head, it's the last time. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Melissa Blanc - photography and fiction: December 2009
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Melissa Blanc - photography and fiction. Monday, 21 December 2009. I actually like you. You know. the way I shouldn't. Its got out of proportion. I got sucked into this impossible reality, where you would actually care. So much time has passed by. I feel just so mute. as in: ive got loads to say, but no sound comes out of my mouth. I've been thinking about the lies you hold. the real reason for trying to be nice to me. I guess I'm just waiting to be completely heartbroken. It's happening so fast.
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Melissa Blanc - photography and fiction: August 2010
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Melissa Blanc - photography and fiction. Wednesday, 11 August 2010. If I were half as of a good person as I pretty much like to believe I am, I'd admit defeat. And then again, you just pour words in bed as if saying them as I'm asleep will garante some sort of decent safety. There's no safety involved in this. You get one move wrong and you can get me upset. for a very long, long time. Right now, im all wrong. Wrong in colours. wrong in truth. Wrong in lies and mess and chaos and whatnot. I miss all that.
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Melissa Blanc - photography and fiction: April 2015
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Melissa Blanc - photography and fiction. Friday, 10 April 2015. I like building whatever is behind me. the scene, the set, this imperfect, homemade world that exists in my head, that i can touch and capture in photo form. to then dismantle, take it apart, tidy it away. Only you (the viewer) and me know it exists. And when Im at home and look around, I know it's here somewhere, that it's been here once, but nobody else can see it. The secret world of me. and you. Next time, i'm willing to give you the keys.
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Melissa Blanc - photography and fiction: composing a brand new blank
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Melissa Blanc - photography and fiction. Thursday, 2 April 2015. Composing a brand new blank. It's striking in composition, it's absolutely sterile and insipid. The vapour trail of you and me. Pour the words in my ears, make a fake promise or two and I will jerk you off. Off out of your system, off my radar, your bullshit stays. But then there are the days that I feel slightly touched by the tiny little actions that I read so much into. Cumming over and over and over again. I will cum on you on a splash.
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Melissa Blanc - photography and fiction: May 2010
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Melissa Blanc - photography and fiction. Sunday, 2 May 2010. Instinct comes back by the shape of my past. It doesn't disturb me, it doesn't irritate anymore. I've got immune to invisibility. Maybe I sank into the ultimate ego sea. Drawning and coming back to the surface,. Just to breath the same old air you inhaled all your life. all the scents and remarkable memories associated to them. A scratch that looks like a tattoo is the ultimate trophy of losers. Everybody else is living a lie.
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Melissa Blanc - photography and fiction: August 2009
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Melissa Blanc - photography and fiction. Sunday, 9 August 2009. The unsaid, the unknow. The day.my guard will be down, my voice will be heard and all i will do is to throw away all ive been keeping. the day my hands will stop seeking the texture of your skin or the coldness of the keyboard on nights i had thought would turn out to be better. Not bitter, not meaningful either, just quite simply, better than what they are just now. Right on your face. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The unsaid, the unknow.
