(via "Going to swirls' alignment, pressure's inkling." A-Line Dress for Sale by John Tyler Mounce)
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"Formality to fundamentals that ablaze thons crafted circulation going to swirls' alignment, pressure's inkling."
-John Tyler Mounce AKA 'Tyler Somebodies'
(via Whitney Houston captured by: David LaChapelle. Hardcover Journal by John Tyler Mounce)
Keepsakes for your prayer thoughts, meditations and vibing towards one's harmony.. may your head rest easy.
Erupts from: Ethel
Fatness of that's earth, grounded
Come forth thine's dew of heaven
Delightfully chosen to give life
Gasp of fresh air struck oblivion
This wholly answer was His right
Graciously given the morning
To start a freshly given strike
Without hinder amongst temple
Shirley's giggle is lone painted
The drying are glamour afterpraise
A beauty to that's broken but..
Still alive to an awareness.
Unraveling a ponder
Christ still alive, as always.
A notion that is known as livings
At over side affections
Provoke the posed ivy
The embrace, pout putting
An element as humbled
Lift your heart even when..
Incompletes practice
Erupts.
Some fanart of the beautiful, Jenna Jameson. Just simply stunning, beautiful and completely amazing in my eyes..
(via Conway & Loretta. Mini Skirt by John Tyler Mounce)
#ConwayandLoretta
Me, myself and as a muse to those interested..
Photos by: John Tyler
Instagram creator of: #isaidnomoreselfies
I guess, one felt amusingly announced for the camera to appeal an illusion intended to create a well-being nudism noted. Along, Activeawarenessart's of thy's backside and designed by my drawing.. the creation is what's posted lastly.
"Freedom freelancer of fairly feverish fought findings, fumbling towards an ecstatic endurance."
-Tyler Somebodies aka John Tyler Mounce.
So longest too sworn; shaken.
Phosphorescence to thine..
Without any feral figures to digit
Thy beep to sleep to leak, underexposed
If that even exist..
These movements are sketched slowly
Manically these manic expressions
To a forsaken given, but took to escape
A facet to impossible beyond nothing's;
Under from thon's outted amongst
Idiosyncratic to these broken yet hopeful
Venison to vexed verily taught.
Grandiosity twice.
To Live, No Lie.
Left trying to make sense of this mind
My head is screwed and lost behind
Keep wanting to catch a break
God knows I don't mean to lose faith
Wide awake with prayers floating
Sweet hymns of candy coating
The taste of bittersweet in my mouth
Still sour thinking it'll all go South
The need for something more
But all I'm left with is a bore
Why must I keep doubting this power?
When I should be asleep around this hour
Time is not a friend of mine
Even in the dark, the glare still will shine
These words are all I have to give
All I want is to live, no lie.
Written on: November 17th, 2016.
Con doctor to a true, Jay..
Thon's have to find well-being
Finalizations slew the finallys
Throw thy teeth grown it, bright
Maybe begun too soons slicken
A mazements lettering amongst bill
True articles fictionized formation
The vintage of true gent
True, making the third so three
"The grass looks sick"
"I close eyes with the hopeful possible passings"
Meet me at the end.
Everywhere one looks thou sees you.
Eye open to their closing..
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