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  • Sky on Sunday at dusk behind my property.*

    Jungle starts at the treeline.

    If it wasn't for the mosquitos, I'd sit there and just soak it in while trying to catch diabetes from a cold, icy Coke in a glass bottle.

    *Didn't mess with colors but did sharpen contrast.
    Sky on Sunday at dusk behind my property.* Jungle starts at the treeline. If it wasn't for the mosquitos, I'd sit there and just soak it in while trying to catch diabetes from a cold, icy Coke in a glass bottle. *Didn't mess with colors but did sharpen contrast.
    Goth Vibes
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  • Took this B/W pic of my wall at dusk...It looks like an old Spanish Fort from the 1700-1800's.

    Old, sturdy, heavy.

    No not like my penis!

    I mean sure it's a good comparison...But I'm classy a.f. and would never say anything like that.




    Took this B/W pic of my wall at dusk...It looks like an old Spanish Fort from the 1700-1800's. Old, sturdy, heavy. No not like my penis! I mean sure it's a good comparison...But I'm classy a.f. and would never say anything like that.
    Dark Love
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  • I'm so tired - the death of summer is at hand and the dusk is impregnating me... Guess it's metal night tonight. Drop your sexy suggestions
    I'm so tired - the death of summer is at hand and the dusk is impregnating me... Guess it's metal night tonight. Drop your sexy suggestions💋
    Goth Vibes
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  • Nightshade

    After dusk, my body followed your eyes
    Unsparing look, something cruel inside
    With a single move, hands groped all about
    Slightly sliding down, your claws stuck in my skin
    Fertile nightshade, prey to cruel ruthless grips
    I could sense your anger - burning me out
    Cathartic flame of hunger - making you growl
    Fear and joy merged together - fusing our sounds
    May you, my alpha loather, always put me down.
    ☯️ Nightshade ☯️ After dusk, my body followed your eyes Unsparing look, something cruel inside With a single move, hands groped all about Slightly sliding down, your claws stuck in my skin Fertile nightshade, prey to cruel ruthless grips I could sense your anger - burning me out Cathartic flame of hunger - making you growl Fear and joy merged together - fusing our sounds May you, my alpha loather, always put me down.
    Goth Vibes
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  • FUNERAL DUSK : "O Rubor Sanguinis" album, 2010
    (Dark Neoclassical Music)
    FUNERAL DUSK : "O Rubor Sanguinis" album, 2010 (Dark Neoclassical Music)
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