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The barroom inside the iconic Chrysler Building in New York City, designed by architect Morris Lapidus in 1939.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A new Stucky, featuring two sad men at the beginning of 2015, mired in loss and trying to figure out a way forward
Earl C. Murphy - Sittin' In This Barroom Gettin' Stoned - (Classic Country Songs)
Earl C. Murphy - Classic Country Songs from the past. Beer joint jukebox country songs.
In a barroom on the corner where I can have a round I'm thinking about my baby with teardrops fallin' down I find an empty table where I can be alone sittin' in this barroom gettin' stoned.
“ ‘Cause it’s 5 o’clock somewhere .”
The only attacks i have done today (I'm so PROUD of these 2 drawings)
Attack 4 @vlada-slavik (Vlad1Slavik on artfight) of them character lerdsha
Attack (friendly fire) 4 Lemoncatfox (<- it has the same user on artfight) of it's Barry x Doom fankid (John ill doom)
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The Fireplace, 1994
The Sweet.
charming was the jukebox girl rolling quarters down the pipeline never playing the same song twice but dancing like it was all one long serenade, smooth like barroom oak decorating every inch our eyes comprehend and if there were wolves at the windows they would lick the pane and if the drunks weren’t floating above their stools they’d do the same
partake in the problems of your interlocked fingers, broken and stuffed into the vents of yesterday
