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April 29, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Roger Guetta ~ Girls Just Want To Have Fun

Roger Guetta ~  Girls Just Want To Have Fun
Roger Guetta ~ Girls Just Want To Have Fun
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April 29, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Rino Rossi ~ burnt foot

Rino Rossi ~ burnt foot
Rino Rossi ~ burnt foot
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April 29, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Judy Green ~ Church lady

Judy Green  ~ Church lady
Judy Green ~ Church lady
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April 28, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Judy Green ~ At Jouney’s End

Judy Green ~ At Jouney's End
Judy Green ~ At Jouney’s End
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April 28, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Maureen Hanson ~ Tulips

Maureen Hanson ~ Tulips
Maureen Hanson ~ Tulips
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April 28, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Annie Helmsworth ~ Golden Hour

Annie Helmsworth ~ Golden Hour
Annie Helmsworth ~ Golden Hour
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April 28, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Lisa Peters ~ Paint the wind

Lisa Peters ~ Paint the wind
Lisa Peters ~ Paint the wind
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April 27, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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{tumblr} James Clarke ~ Great White Corpuscles

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Originally published February 9, 2014, on Tumblr.

Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert… Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music… All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.

—Hunter Thompson

 

Thru and Thru (live) by the Rolling Stones

You know that we do take away
We deliver too
Open 24 hours babe
Just waiting on a call from you
Waiting on a call from you

Well I’m in the yellow pages
You just take a look
Look me up under services
You know it’s just an open book
Babe it’s just an open book
It’s just an open book
Well baby

Any minute, any hour
I’m waiting on a call from you
And you know this heart is constant
I’m your lover, baby
Thru and thru
Lover, baby, thru and thru

I only found out yesterday
I heard it on the news
What I heard really pissed me off
Cause now I got those fucking blues
I got those awesome blues
Babe I got those nothing blues

Any minute, any hour
I’m waiting on a call from you
And you know this heart is constant
I’m your lover, baby
Thru and thru
Lover, baby, thru and thru

You know that we do take-away
That we deliver, too
We’re open 24 hours, baby
We’re waiting on a call from you
But any minute, baby, any hour
I’m waiting on a call from you
You know that this heart is constant
I’m your lover, baby
Thru and thru
Lover, baby, thru and thru
Lover, baby, thru and thru
Lover, baby, thru and thru

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April 27, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Chad Rankin ~ Girl with Pink Parasol and a Meat Dress

Chad Rankin ~ Girl with Pink Parasol and a Meat Dress
Chad Rankin ~ Girl with Pink Parasol and a Meat Dress
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April 27, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Knox Bronson ~ We passed upon the stair

Knox Bronson ~ We passed upon the stair
Knox Bronson ~ We passed upon the stair
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