nathanielmatthews:

VERY BIG ASS CUM
ZINE BY: JESSE SPEARS
TONER / COVERSTOCK COVER
5.5”x8.5”
32 PAGES / EDITION OF 25
2014

Described by Jesse as “da vince code for car perverts”, featuring selections previously featured in “Ass Cracks”, “Ass Crax 2” and “Ass Cracks 3”.
Pages fatured here read “all around good ass”, “CAPRICE CLASSIC all power, actual Car respect.”, “OLD cum For information call cum.”, “body off„ Hooker head wanted”, “actualy car used by Vin Diesel in Fast Furious 4”.
Please allow 2-3 weeks for delivery.

$5

chelseahodson:

Inventory #543: Black trousers
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REGARDING SERIAL KILLER MOVIES
The plan is elaborate, the man crazy, the daughter in danger. Moon, can you help? Moon, do you want to? I am recruiting the stars in my search, time is running out. Time may be more precious than a daughter, but it cannot be saved. I drink it up. I smoke a cigarette for the first time in my life. I shout at the sky until it cowers below the city.

chelseahodson:

Inventory #543: Black trousers

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REGARDING SERIAL KILLER MOVIES

The plan is elaborate, the man crazy, the daughter in danger. Moon, can you help? Moon, do you want to? I am recruiting the stars in my search, time is running out. Time may be more precious than a daughter, but it cannot be saved. I drink it up. I smoke a cigarette for the first time in my life. I shout at the sky until it cowers below the city.

found my old ipod

chelseahodson:

Inventory #535: The Boys of My Youth by Jo Ann Beard
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REGARDING SLEEPING WITH YOUR WRONGS
Oh, hazy one, are you dreaming again? I resent nostalgia, never wanted the way things used to be, just a glass house on a new planet. I thought you might build it. We were rooftops and bloody knuckles and loud and dumb—I hope to make a mistake like that again some day. This is a lullaby for the ages. It’s a song for you. 

chelseahodson:

Inventory #535: The Boys of My Youth by Jo Ann Beard

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REGARDING SLEEPING WITH YOUR WRONGS

Oh, hazy one, are you dreaming again? I resent nostalgia, never wanted the way things used to be, just a glass house on a new planet. I thought you might build it. We were rooftops and bloody knuckles and loud and dumb—I hope to make a mistake like that again some day. This is a lullaby for the ages. It’s a song for you.