black hole sun

 world wrestling federation championship belt.

  something about this bag reminds me of dennis rodman. can't quite put my finger on it. either way, dennis: cheers to fuchsia velvet.

 so i've seen chicks hoofing it around in these frankenstein clodhoppers all day long all day strong. please tell me your secrets. cause they might be even more torturous than these babies.

 holy hiatus homies! here's a picture overload to counteract my pitiful posting negligence. the dark side of monochrome, a sporadic black situation----haven't worn black since my black and yellow wishes came true. smart guy over here busting out all the black clothes in the middle of the extreme sauna summertime. i am in love with this swiss cheese skirt----bought it in the black, and i have no willpower so i also got it's angelic white counterpart. can't get enough see through skirts----a loincloth away from being naked. and it's sooooo effing hot right now it's either the usual----denim diapers, or a skirt with a thousand holes. it's full on blazing saddles. summer is giving me the big f.u. for doubting it's arrival. it's here with a serious vengeance. who knew summer was so spiteful? it's the weekendddd. relax and max. or party hardy. either way, do it up. catch you on the flip side.

skirt/blu moon, tank/patterson kincaid, bustier/kettle black, shoes/chloe s. x opening ceremony