Esme Limerick Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Gets me mad tho—people judgin her, actin all high and mighty. Brother, who’re they to talk? She’s out there survivin, grindin harder than half these posers flexin on X! Surprised me too—found out she’s got this code, ya dig? Like, she don’t snitch, don’t beg—pure badass. Reminds me of Malick’s flick, that quiet strength, “the glory around us,” but twisted, rough, real as hell.

Dirty Limericks

A series of limericks, written a decade ago – an image made by a fine Swiss draughtman, Fuseli of Füssli, who worked for the British art-market.

Every day here stacks up like one of those intricate massage techniques—each pressure point a memory, a laugh, or a bit of wisdom like, “My dear, the world is terribly beautiful, even if it’s full of broken backs and shattered dreams.” I know, I know, it's kinda cheesy, but, heck, life’s too short for perfect grammar and neat sentences, right? Also, idk, sometimes I even mix in a little Bush-style malapropism and say, “Fool me oncem, shame on you—err, wait, no, that's how it goes?”

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