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http://owlc.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-interesting-is-happening-to.html

http://owlc.blogspot.com/2009/07/badlands-in-bedsheets.html

http://owlc.blogspot.com/2009/10/lighting-makes-all-difference.html


http://owlc.blogspot.com/2009/12/pin-up-girl-cigarette-break.html


http://owlc.blogspot.com/2010/02/posing-with-cat.html


http://owlc.blogspot.com/2010/02/risky-business.html


http://owlc.blogspot.com/2009/12/myopic-cowgirl.html


http://owlc.blogspot.com/2010/02/id-fuck-me.html




Oh, did I mention I was joining a convent?

Comments

  1. I was directed to this blog by a friend because of these pictures. Not going to lie, they were a little dissapointing. The writing was rather good though. We should get together and do some drugs because judging by your opinions expressed on the internet, I think it would be a good fucking time.

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  2. I don't really know what you expected, guy.

    I don't know if that's a great idea, considering I have no idea who you are. But..thank you...

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  3. You see im better than most guys, atleast i take the time to read your work and commend you on it.

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