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My incredible best friend @mykaylafontaine is on the cusp of having her second EVER children's book published! Franky's First Stitch tells the tale of Frankenstein Jr. and how nervous he is to visit the doctor after taking a tumble. We're currently at $6.2K out of $7.5K, so so close! If you have kids that love Halloween, hate doctor's visits or both, this is the book for them! The kickstarter closes Nov. 1st. Happy Halloween! 🎃⚡https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1259323337/frankys-first-stitch?ref=project_facebook #childrensbooks #kidshalloween #localauthor https://www.instagram.com/p/CVggp6uPk1pEdln6-S1JPdorTrSwLx_cyDUDuY0/?utm_medium=tumblr

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luke spiller & paris jackson // low key in love

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When Oscar Wilde said, "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars," and, "To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all," and, "The truth is rarely pure and never simple."

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Even at work I can't escape him

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Starbenders, opening set

9/29/21 @ Emo's

Austin, TX

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I Hate How Much I Want You (feat. Beef)

The Struts 9/29/21 @ Emo's

Austin, TX

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My gorgeous rock god Luke Spiller ❤

From the show 9/29/21 @ Emo's

Austin, TX

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— Oscar Wilde 

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Who The Fuck is Luke Spiller?

His gritty, smoke-riddled voice,

the countless shots of whiskey

and years of wear and tear. It sounds

like heaven.

His music transports me.

 

At the show,

I witness a sea of sheer shawls in a kaleidoscope of patterns,

black eyeshadow and round sunglasses on every face,

flowing pants, and tight t-shirts,

Plethora of platform boots. We strut across

the concrete floor, drinks held high above every head.

Smoldering cigarettes send up

curls of blue haze, the scent of blazing cherries

burned in everyone’s hair.

 

Before me on that pedestal is a rock god incarnate:

glitter gleaming off his cheekbones,

casting an ethereal glow,

wild black hair falling perfectly over his

heavily lined hazel eyes,

grand gestures causing fringe to flow

from his leather jacket like wings,

a stage light halo atop his head.

I was hypnotized under his rock n’ roll spell.

 

We sway with the lilt of his voice,

we dance and clap

at his command.

We can’t break eye contact with him –

We’re at the mercy of his will.

His gorgeous, rough-hewn voice

is all that matters.

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October Rain

You and I were surviving another gloomy afternoon,

long-past rain glossing over the fallen October leaves

 

both of us wrapped in beat-up hoodies,

canvas sneakers soaked through with mud.

 

The end of the driveway, a miniature river

crawling across the cement;

 

We huddled next to my ’99 Ford pickup,

curling into the warmth of our cigarettes

 

that glowed with the beckon

of a familiar friend.

 

You didn’t want to talk – you just wanted

to sit in silence, shoulder to shoulder

 

listening to the sounds of melancholy.

And I was happy to oblige.

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"Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple."