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HANK HAS MOVED.

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HANK HAS MOVED.

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HANK HAS MOVED.

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HANK HAS MOVED.

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not really a river at all !  but a handshake between two great lakes, huron stretching to embrace erie in its green-gray grasp. you stitch the liquid boundary of a city dismantling itself, bricks unmortared, spires sagging, burnt out structures razed to open field. prairies returning here, foxtails and chicory, queen anne’s lace sways; tumbleweeds amble down woodward avenue, blow past fire hydrants, storefronts and rusted cadillacs.         we hope for better things. 

independent hank anderson.  🍺

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HANK HAS MOVED.

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HANK HAS MOVED.

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not really a river at all !  but a handshake between two great lakes, huron stretching to embrace erie in its green-gray grasp. you stitch the liquid boundary of a city dismantling itself, bricks unmortared, spires sagging, burnt out structures razed to open field. prairies returning here, foxtails and chicory, queen anne’s lace sways; tumbleweeds amble down woodward avenue, blow past fire hydrants, storefronts and rusted cadillacs.         we hope for better things. 

independent hank anderson.  🍺

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not really a river at all !  but a handshake between two great lakes, huron stretching to embrace erie in its green-gray grasp. you stitch the liquid boundary of a city dismantling itself, bricks unmortared, spires sagging, burnt out structures razed to open field. prairies returning here, foxtails and chicory, queen anne’s lace sways; tumbleweeds amble down woodward avenue, blow past fire hydrants, storefronts and rusted cadillacs.         we hope for better things. 

independent hank anderson.  🍺

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i’ve been considering remaking this blog bc it’s a messy mess mess and i’ve changed a lot of shit about myself and my writing and my graphical skills since i made it. PLUS a lot of ya fuckers are inactive. so! i might not make the blog, but if i do, all this to say you can like this thing so i can follow you on the new blog.

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y’all i think its time. i wanna come back and remake hanky panky.

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i’ve been considering remaking this blog bc it’s a messy mess mess and i’ve changed a lot of shit about myself and my writing and my graphical skills since i made it. PLUS a lot of ya fuckers are inactive. so! i might not make the blog, but if i do, all this to say you can like this thing so i can follow you on the new blog.

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DASHING THROUGH THE SNOW

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY

YOUR SO FUCKING SLOW

AND FAT WHAT DO YOU WEIGH 

HA-HA-HA

YOU CAN’T FUCKING SING

I’LL START A FUCKING FIGHT

GET THE FUCK OF OF THE WAY YOU HO

I’M DRIVING HERE TONIGHT

JINGLE BELLS, GO TO HELL

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY

OH WHAT FUN IT IS THE RIDE

IN CALUM’S LANE EVERYDAY (HEY)

JINGLE BELLS, GO TO HELL

BITCH WHAT DID I SAY?

RUN THAT ASS CUZ YOU CAN’T HIDE

FROM MY MOTHERFUCKING SLEIGH

a poem by patrick star :) *eats paper*

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* LYRICAL CALL: PERFECT, ED SHEERAN.

❛❛        i  will  not  give  you  up  this  time.     ❜❜         ;   @sentientmade ♥

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* LYRICAL CALL: MY BLOOD, TWENTY ØNE PILØTS.

❛❛         they’re  callin’  for  your  head  and  they’re  callin’  for  your  name.     ❜❜         ;   @deviantcoded  ♥

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* LYRICAL CALL: EASY STREET, THE COLLAPSOBLE HEARTS CLUB.

❛❛           and  we’re  breaking  out  the  good  champagne.     ❜❜         ;   @addicktcop ♥