#flamingo

When the silent flamingo dances pink with desire, I’ll be there, sipping on owl stares and kitten curls. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#bizarre #cats #curls #dance #dancing

Packy watched her walk away, her perfect heart-shaped rear end testing the confines of her tight black dress. There was a God. Packy was now certain of it. How else could such heart-stopping beauty be accounted for? Such a thing could not be the product of a random universe. A flower, maybe. A rainbow, perhaps. But not Venus Versailles. ↗

— Quentin R. Bufogle

#flamingo #las-vegas #venus-versailles #wish-you-were-here #beauty

I wanted to study graphic design, because I wanted to work in an office with designer desks, ergonomic chairs, pool tables, and walls so colorful it looks like a flock of flamingoes exploded and splattered evenly from floor to ceiling. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#explosion #flamingo #flamingoes #graphic-design #job

I snorted powdered flamingoes while I pondered love. I sat at the bar two hours waiting for my ice on the rocks to melt so I could drink it and leave, but it was like my ex wife’s heart—it was just too frigid to melt. So I called up a midget, buckled myself in on his back, and had him give me a ride home. Ah, but that’s life, no?
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— Jarod Kintz

#bar #drink #ex-wife #flamingoes #frigid