Let me bite your beard.: Archive

Let me bite your beard.

February 2011

January 2011

Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade of Pale I can only...

So uh, who wants to make out?

finish- charles bukowski

sleep-in-gutters: windcriedmary: we are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting (via freerefills)

My name is Mindhorn

Bruno Mindhorn I swim backwards, forwards, sideways I’m in love with a woman, she’s got no eyes. I found her drawing cows near Brugge. I don’t know her name, I call her Mrs China. She were a coiffure but it ended in bloodshed Now she lives in a glass case in the town hall in Ghent And every three years on a tuesday I dust her. My old lady friend said that I was round the bend...