Stuck out sacred art thru thick n thin
Core always hardcore when made w/ love
stepped on path of sacred art
Made w/ Love
Disclaimer: under your skin
what lies within
onion phsalms sahlmn
Do u remember the ricottiy bridge?!
Crustied plank path exterior hoovering over wire barbed structure sways softly to the currents of the sea breeze beneath, swans play in marsh so modestly pure stuck out like sore thumbs poles dip their heads into the banks w/ hopes of getting gentle nibble down below, cotton candy smog cluster above as the oddly brimmed oriental figure snaps her last shot capturing the first drop in distilled monument forever, forever ends quickly as the trash can is hit mid dash to the Kia parked beyond trees crevass amidst a shit brown rubble of garbge and discarded remnants awaiting discover to the solid folk who curiously seek the wonders above, only to find an out of bounds state, now reched and washed out, swans gone famished bares bones lie between dead branches a mold popes up among the hord, bubbling greater now, something is happening, a transmuted catfish sludge swan monster, gross shit water had been expelled and slow did so the Eco did go and thus became a brand new breed the sex hungry cats of the sea have soiled what was once pure to be, alas swan got fucked in the ass soiled by the grease of the ocean.
Big Slutty Stories /Cut/Fin.
12:30 pm • 20 June 2014 • 1 note • View comments
Bsre bare naked in the covered up world, ah but such fabric meant to hold only breaks free over time emanating the very vibrations big slutty rides upon, we have set up shop; pineapple doormat step all over the welcoming plate scrape mud dry blood cold word hate, ouch it’s perverse and pornographic come along kids as the woman pulls at sons wrist, I set up shop on street corners I bring the celebration with me, who died? Asks the passer goers what was that did you see it, oh no now it’s inside you too, do you see how the plague party works? Disease of the mind; controversial
Art ; controversial
Big Slutty Real Estate; contravercial
spelling mistakes like heart attacks and inner body quakes my mind reads diffrently what sounds internal makes, a stetic grade ace medic; pick me apart for I am embedded
SharpObjects RoughIdeas HardTimes FeelAlive WonderWars
as an estate we are a collective. We encompass a variety of tastes to suit your body
We bring the flavour; w/ themes like panty head, pantyheadjesus , bread is boring, gravy is the sauce of the earth, ancient drugs, ancient drug lord jesus, his sheppard lord cook father, and playful mom, cancerous projects, stoma-tosis diagnostics& a variety of other cancer fungal and viral diseases, war amps, amputees, lady plague- daughstrodaumaus (daughter of NosTradaumis), BSRE Indulgences, Yard Work/ Harvest / Harves Time, Papa V, Appropriate Garbage, Social Indegestion, CONTRAST. GravyGirl, GravyBoys, Gravy Ard, SOIL THE EARTH, soil the church, SHIT’S ON EVERYTHING, how to eat cliches like quiches, Bonging Science, Holy Syrup, Reproductive Gods// sacrificial rituals, MIND MAPS, Street Smarts: Drug art , Secrets of the Vatican ft: BIGSLUTTY in UNDUhCOVERED NUN, Gypsy Guild, SLUT ZINE sUmmer 20-14, BS by Big Slutty by BIG SLUTTY REAL ESTATE. I WISH I WAS CALLED BIG SLOPPY, haha wow fantastic, fin.
12:26 pm • 20 June 2014 • View comments
Pollups in the gravy sweet baby sad boy tears
Onion layers munched n seared
Prepared un to u on silver platters
Oops did I mention the ladder ;
A fair pastel whipped cream spread out flows thick ruppled and raunch
Dressing like, a preview as to which is poured from tight ; fitting spinchters that leak at the seal into dogs bowl containers,
A rich and savory brew prepared un to you,
Coiled pit of sacramental shit,
Arranged in a plateau so unkept,
Only to be rapidly swept into the caves of the face mopping the region with a think tar trace, consumption at a vast uprising rate, consumption predicts fate, a disease is now virally spread
Contamination is in code red
Lick lick lick further goes the holy bread
If Jesus has his magic thin crust bread , then I want in on this
Ill claim fame as a gravy associate
To the drawers hung openly asking to be fed, attached to dressers masqueraded and bombarded with ornaments and hanging things, painted sigils and man made malfunctionings; a secret pocket hides a key consumed engulfed in the polllupous sea, there is no 2 eyes for seeing its 3.
Lets gravy soil your spirit,
See through the stains and pictorate among which, it is that you exist
Rejoice in the shit stains the gravy god has poured all over your mashed potate cript.
Riddlic tongue sang my song
12:24 pm • 20 June 2014 • View comments
If u ask me how I’m feeling I guess a month ago I’d say I’m behind on my chores two months pile up on my bedroom floor
Air stagnant and still a distance between us what has happened to the welcoming feeling I once called home
If I were to tell you I truly have not been submerged in weeks I would not be crying out for your trend setting attention it would merely be me reflecting
where have I spent the last of my days whiltering away in a quiet room displaced
A longing for answers depressive and tampered
Stubborn and solemn look at my collet ions of thought I stole them
The forces around me control me when will I learn my mastery and break free
it’s not a journey if I comply with daily enforced routines
I need to bandage my roots spiritually
There is a vast unknowing we visit every eve
And when the sun rises we awake blinded and naive
where have a travelled what have I learned will I ever get to remember the longing that I yern
thee a three
12:20 pm • 20 June 2014 • View comments
Where has the quality gone
Are such things so rugged that only a trash bed could crib them?
Cannot we parade the streets and make merry of the ornaments displayced around us
Cannot we find new meaning new use
New beauty in the rust
Every scuff and chip I worship and pray only to enhance the vivid pictures streaming above in which I create
a regular cycle
12:19 pm • 20 June 2014 • View comments
A cyclopsus eyeclogus
Simply means an unbalanced third eye chakra so overly worked and powered both eyes for seeing the physical realm become lost slits amidst thy creases created by the outwardly emanating globus optroprical manifestation station, implaymented by thy unclogguh of thy penial glandation colonization. For those bodily pieces are needed to further unscribe and absent themselves with the horrors of the fierce yet secretly poorly kept illuminoti. I do not dare tamper onwards with your ways I’m clearing my head strangely strapped up for days, for the mask on my face can only enclose the most potent of opiates gothic gardeners have ever known, a breed, a stran so raw, spun out and strung out bye bye sanity for shore. I tell a tale so vastly impure if u don’t walk away now I’ve got you for sure. I speak now in riddles for my mind is complete spun read the lines imbue tween and make your own conclusion it is purely impure fun. I see your question arise and a particular sense of wonder where could this go what could I render. Is it thy desire to wander into a lane so jagged and sparrow would you make it all the way or be lost in what’s clear and narrow, vibrant vibrations around you from inside you transcribed within you guide you. Is this the language I would like to be speaking or shall I hinder my shallow ears and whisper out yearningly it’s all crazy and vague and my mind can not elate for I am on a ledge and something falls face infront of my way. A blockade a stumped dismay oh what shall they make of this mess that has progressed only regressed as the result and abuse of unconventional perkcacets only to uncover the true inquest it was all to receive a message so wildly unknown I’d need drugs to see what I could not see the life tomorrow made out of me a reflection through action and motion into my new reality I am a vast alley and trash fills these streets for I am among them and with them like them I carry a message a message unlike those unheard before a message that feeds and brreeeds and feels unnaturally umpure . a toxicious infultration and a strong corruptious addiction becometh of the oneth who then indigest thy meth.
Eye see elaborate inhabitants of the oddest obtrosities exhisting ahround me.
12:15 pm • 20 June 2014 • View comments
Reasons I’m Not Getting Laid 2014
"College students asked to rank pictures of hypothetical sexual partners that included an obese partner or partners with various disabilities - including missing an arm or described as having history of sexually transmitted diseases - ranked the obese person as the least desirable sexual partner compared to the others."
2:54 pm • 19 March 2014 • 1 note • View comments
Relaxing with a Bloody Mary
Ice, Bloody Mary Mix, Vodka, Footlong Sub, 4 Piece Fried Chicken, Peperoni Pizza, 2 Double Cheese Burgers, Another Bloody Mary, Onion Rings, Fries, Garlic Bread, Pickles, Olives, Onion, Lemon, Lime, Jalepeno
9:15 pm • 17 March 2014 • 52,407 notes • View comments