we were wild dogs

This sick bleach shirt I made. Something to showcase my undying love for prehistoric cave art.

Solemnly setting down the remainder of his Turkey Bacon Ranch sub and lowering his eyes to the few chips left on his plate, local man Paul DePietro reportedly took a moment Thursday to quietly reflect on the fact that most of his lunch was already gone. “Not long ago, I had my whole meal in front of me, but in the blink of an eye it nearly all disappeared,” said DiPietro, slowly shaking his head as he noted how hard it was to believe that he only had a few bites left with the double-meat sandwich on white.

For the "crime" of not wanting to be tracked/have ads pissed into your eyeballs 24/7.

Even if you've paid for the "privilege" of the latter.

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"Antelope Poses and Tracks"

Lives of Game Animals, Volume 3. 1927. Written and illustrated by Ernest Thompson Seton.

he just wants to fit in

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