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iamafuckfeast:

i’ll see you when i roll through at 3 am still pretty sober and scrounging around for free cocaine and boys who aren’t too fucked up to fuck
sicksadoakland:

Submitted by Mayo Inoue

iamafuckfeast:

i’ll see you when i roll through at 3 am still pretty sober and scrounging around for free cocaine and boys who aren’t too fucked up to fuck

sicksadoakland:

Submitted by Mayo Inoue

oyeme:

SICK SAD WORLD TONIGHT
I made this flyer for the show. Chippy is on the other coast and I snapped this at one of her often #rare appearances at SSW. An homage to her hosting days courtesy of #BROWNTOURAGE

oyeme:

SICK SAD WORLD TONIGHT

I made this flyer for the show. Chippy is on the other coast and I snapped this at one of her often #rare appearances at SSW. An homage to her hosting days courtesy of #BROWNTOURAGE

womanhouse:

Bikini Kill L.A 1993 taken by tammy rae carland

womanhouse:

Bikini Kill L.A 1993 taken by tammy rae carland

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fwriction:

Read the new issue of fwriction : review’s Poetry Month—Rich Ives’s Two Poems—on your mobile device!

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iamafuckfeast:

This is what happens when I’m bored & have 20 minutes to kill…your opportunity to vote for your favorite fucks in Oakland. The ladies can vote for the boys here, and the boys can vote for the ladies here. Have at ‘em, tiger!!

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