- I guess I didn’t see past the upside down bucket-chair to see the detrited aesthetic beyond the veneer of the broken windows. Ty for visiting NOLA.
- Now on to things things that really do not matter, our collective followers.
- I follow 135 and have 42 followers. I know personally 3 of the aforementioned digital stalkers and stalkee’s, and I’d be lying if typed I didn’t like the tiny fraction of notoriety that comes with a random asshole giving you the time of day to show them, what is in the case of me, the random asshole typing away and apologizing to a tourist for her photo above, espousing the amiable nature of random shit posted by folk who prefer the plural for people to be “random assholes”.
- I have to admit, one of my biggest pleasure w tumblr was when I had in the teens of followers and I was less apprehensive to get weird, some dada, experimental writing, and certainly not censoring myself for the p.c. reasons that come with looking presentable and educated to people I do not know but respect from their erudite, coherent, and remote posts nonetheless.
dhk:
- Gimme a fucking break. NOLA does not look like this anymore.
- Please don’t turn my tumblr page in to a house of lies.
New Orleanshey asshole, i took this picture a few months ago. i happen to think its beautiful and has character.
if i wanted to turn your tumbler into a house of lies i’d say i’d love to recreate the birthing experience by shoving a cabbage patch doll up my ass. the afterbirth is a bitch.
HIYOOOOOO!!! goodbye 5 followers.
HAHAHA. Followers can be so fickle. I say one bad thing like this for example: ‘I dont think Heath Ledger was that great of an actor’, and poof; there goes the neighborhood. Kiss Kiss Antikris