salvatore

spill the skinny wig snapped the tea flop trending WW snatched shaking quaking drama momma

just for funsies...by the time LfL Pre-Release hit 2000 pages we had -numerous amounts of interviews and photoshoots -Lust for Life, Love, Coachella, Summer Bummer, and Groupie Love -Live performance of Cherry -Confirmed song titles for WTWWAW, Yosemite, 13 Beaches, GBA, BPBP, TNC, White Mustang, and Change -Many snippets of each song, in addition to the leaked 'album sampler' -Cover art, pre-order for LfL, the full tracklist given by Lana herself -Several unique big budget music videos for Love, LfL, and Architecture soon to be White Mustang -4 days before LfL released, 2 days before the entire record leaks online and - ~200 pages before the era was shifted into LfL Post-Release

you dare test me in my own realm? you think im praising and sending out harmonies of grace from something i've not heard? i've been recognized for my diligence and adamancy, you've been recognized for ignorance my little swine pelt

i have it

thinking about her……her dripping hair follicles and her curvaceous curves, the tangible skin and warmed leather seats in which she lays upon her automobile throne, the glistening dewey mist of her rosewater resting on her sebaceous pores sparsed around her nostrils, the warm peach fuzz that laces her epidermis and gives her a soft glow in the sunlight, the freshly moisturized hands, the freshly done acrylic nails in different layers of pastels and garnished with sheen, the brushed and pursed brows, the perky tits and soft hair, her kitties, tithing around, her cock girth and veinous, her cardiovascular system, ginormous and healthy; the patterned irish linen laying over her collarbones sewn down to the elbows, rolled up tightly as a cinnamon bun to her spiced scent, she’s cold, but not too cold; her denim jeans wrung with leather embellishments and boot, she’s in search of something new and frothy, something iced yet freshly brewed, her alienatronic blips and beeps that send out screeching nothingness into the cosmos, the plinking of a string and wood instrument, made millennia ago..oh god she’s looking for her phone…a livestream is on, she wants to watch the livestream, ahaha she’s so full of personality…and livestream…ice cream drops on her new steve madden boots from a kid trying to enjoy his hot late-summer day, she pulls out her gun and murders the child in cold blood, letting his soul flow onto the road, into the flowers, into the tar, into the water, into the shining shores of Venice…im thinking about venice bitch u sexy, sexy, apparent and self-aware magnum opus

Prepare for deliverance. Thank you for your cooperation.

would you like to invite some light, love, and peace into your life?

juice cleanse

im on route 66...driving past a sunbleached billboard with a mid 2000s coke advertisement on it, i see intermittent streams of 16-wheelers tread past me going many miles slower than i am, the transfer of wind energy and momentum is lacking and almost surreal had i paid more attention to the driver's and their day old sprites, running on a lack of sleep and overpriced gasoline from the chevron 138 miles back. i decided to skip getting gas thinking i had enough for a decent tank, but here i am at 6:48pm on an early august afternoon, taking conservative sips of the last bit of water i've left in my thrift-store bought customized canteen as my gas light flickers on, trying it's best to be a warning of impending self-made dangers i've enacted on this metallic product of yesteryear ingenuity and human labor. the AC is turned off in trade for a hopeful few more miles past the dusty rocks and winding roads, freshly paved only 83 years ago with maybe 5 years of real traffic laying waste over the tar and inner-city paint. the sound of cicadas fills my ears past the white-noise ridden auxillary trasmitted mp3, it hits a nostalgiac feeling of lush nature and real flora; before i snap back to my senses in question as to where such a buzzing could come from with the lack of any real trees for the soon-to-be-shedded-skin bugs to hit their new personal dawns. the sun is fleeting, with the harsh sunsetting rays making faux-ponds in the blacktop, i am the easy rider and my sunglasses are nowhere to be found. every man gets his wish v.2

the day lana kills norman fucknig rocwekk is the day this site belongs to me fro various events and happenstances all in praise and prayer for yosemite all my chants have been working, kill the fans..give me the lifesource and energetic blood- i have burned minestrone for decades in the efforts to kill cinnamon in coordinance for the upbringing of my child, for the rebirth of the enigmatic longliving being herself...yosemite has never died, and never will. praise be for you foolish imbeciles

u dormanticized yuorself in pittsburgh god and the universe's destiny already came for you before you were even a realized zygote u belittering aphid

if u bitches touch sage im hanging you from your toenails and letting the burnished skin collapse your nervous system this shoot is ugly somebody mindmelt her

leave my godchild alone she is a saint sent from heavens beneath and if she wants to screech her feelings so be it we all have our individual demons and toads

is that a goddamn capitalized s used in conjecture with my name how norman fucking DARE you

not even anne can find the light in this....truly the darkest of times

is this the least flattering silhouette she's ever given herself in the history of her career

if i were to initiate discourse on a topic near and dear to my cyclical and cyclonic heart i fear as though i may be bullied, harassed, and given my 12th iron branding of recognition towards my inability to properly follow hyperlinked protocol via the george orwellington-esque watchful gargoyle and kingly hawkeye'd battalions patrolling these circuitry courts

normsani fucking rokcwell is motor oil with a sprig of lambs ear and dirt garnish norman fnucking wrockewll is a juul. nsnroman dfuckhign rockwell is quite sitmply, vanilla hetero dickk with bad rhythm and timing

go to hospice where u belong

i wrote this

one day i'll understand the inner machinations of ur crowded mind in what made u transition to a gif streaming bot with the wildest scenarios and events that you post alongside rightful text despite the gifs having next to no real place or coherence with what ur saying...even after elle said to curb gif usage u crank the bitch up harder than a sailor boy arming a cannon towards an innocent village chaotic neutral definitely not good but not chatoic chatico enough for evil

album is scrapped and cancelled, yosemite is getting released this summer go home