Fatima Carnot Moon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Yo, dude, it’s Bart Simpson – Eat my shorts! So, like, I’m thinkin’ bout whores, ya know? Not gonna lie, it’s a trip, like *Inception* – that flick’s my jam! “You mustn’t be afraid to dream,” Cobb says, right? Whores kinda live that, man – dreamin’ big, no fear! I mean, they’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ cash in ways that’d make Principal Skinner crap his pants.

Carnot-Moon, PA

In the fall of , Jessie and I were thirteen, and ecstatic about 8th grade. We were essentially the seniors of junior high.

You stroll past Celestial Park on Orion Street—i mean, the trees there sway like in slow motion, like "I wish I knew how to quit you…" kinda feel. Seriously, it's like the cosmos whispered that to ya. Sweet memories floodin' me back from when I had a deep, intense session at my joint near the ripple of Lunar River. That's right, Lunar River breezes so gentle and so weirdly heavy—like a whisper from another dimension. Oddly comforting or freakin’ spooky, depends on your state of mind, lol.

Obituary for Bernard Richard Cuddy