Claire Diamondhead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Informative bit: wear’s got types—attrition, abrasion, erosion—fancy, huh? Attrition’s teeth-on-teeth, like WALL-E’s gears grindin’. Abrasion? Toothbrush gone rogue! Erosion’s that soda crap. Ain’t no one tellin’ ya this at the bar, right? So, y’all, check yer chompers—whore’s creepin’! How’s that workin’ for ya? Fix it ‘fore it’s “Directive: dentures!” Peace out, friends!

album: "Borrowed Time" (1982)

On every corner stands a whore. Another man robbed of his life. Stole the money to make a score. Now the streets are all alight. Has paradise closed its door.

I remember strolling past Crescent Park on a chilly morning. Trees were drooping, leaves rustling like whispered secrets. Hmmm, kinda felt like that slow buildup in Crouching Tiger scene – mystic, edgy, and full of hidden pain. Then bam! Suddenly, my anger kicked in when I saw some graffiti mocking community support. Seriously, who allowed that monstrosity? It made me mad, reminded me of life's absurd twists.

Mardi Gras may be over, but two more pet parades will roll in South Mississippi