And here we have aloewishes, hanging out in his natural habitat (or at least a fair approximation at the Garfield Park Conservatory in Chicago, Illinois), scoping out the goods on this big old prehistoric leaf and showing off dots of flesh removal beneath the eyes, two-inch lobes, a two-gauge philtrum, six-gauge nostrils and more. More photos of our hero in the wild, after the jump.
It’s Thursday, ModBloggers—all around, oh all around.
(Nostril punches by Kevin Jump.)
See more in “Big Nostrils“ (Nose Piercing)
Comments
135 responses to “Mount The Stump”
I want his hair!
OMG it’s amazing… and those ears!
I want his hair!
OMG it’s amazing… and those ears!
I want his hair!
OMG it’s amazing… and those ears!
I want his hair!
OMG it’s amazing… and those ears!
I want his hair!
OMG it’s amazing… and those ears!
boy? girl?
boy? girl?
boy? girl?
boy? girl?
boy? girl?
Beautiful photos and mods.
Beautiful photos and mods.
Beautiful photos and mods.
Beautiful photos and mods.
Beautiful photos and mods.
Pretty! And I’m loving the nostrils.
There’s a park right behind my house and nothing like that ever hangs out there. Ever =(
Pretty! And I’m loving the nostrils.
There’s a park right behind my house and nothing like that ever hangs out there. Ever =(
Pretty! And I’m loving the nostrils.
There’s a park right behind my house and nothing like that ever hangs out there. Ever =(
Pretty! And I’m loving the nostrils.
There’s a park right behind my house and nothing like that ever hangs out there. Ever =(
Pretty! And I’m loving the nostrils.
There’s a park right behind my house and nothing like that ever hangs out there. Ever =(
nice photos, i don’t know why but this guy creaps me out….
nice photos, i don’t know why but this guy creaps me out….
nice photos, i don’t know why but this guy creaps me out….
nice photos, i don’t know why but this guy creaps me out….
nice photos, i don’t know why but this guy creaps me out….
also makes beautiful jewelry
http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5193213
also makes beautiful jewelry
http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5193213
also makes beautiful jewelry
http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5193213
also makes beautiful jewelry
http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5193213
also makes beautiful jewelry
http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5193213
What is likely creeping you out is a reflection of how odd I feel while being photographed.
The presence of a camera is unsettling. Such a poweful instrument, such vulnerable moments.
A robot that records visual data.
I guess it’s no big deal, really.
THEY just kind of creep ME out.
And the “THEY” are the cameras.
So what you are seeing in my aversion to the camera or in my complacent gaze is intense retrospection, hesitation, toil and conflict, and then, ultimately, surrender.
And that’s right where my mug meets you.
Kind of like when you walk into someone’s bedroom unannounced and can just sense they’ve recently masturbated and had a rather powerful orgasm.
Maybe like a, ” Oh, I really wish you weren’t here right now so I can bask in all the hormonal explosions happening in my body, but oh what the hell, I’m tripping on endorphins and tantric bliss.”
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What is likely creeping you out is a reflection of how odd I feel while being photographed.
The presence of a camera is unsettling. Such a poweful instrument, such vulnerable moments.
A robot that records visual data.
I guess it’s no big deal, really.
THEY just kind of creep ME out.
And the “THEY” are the cameras.
So what you are seeing in my aversion to the camera or in my complacent gaze is intense retrospection, hesitation, toil and conflict, and then, ultimately, surrender.
And that’s right where my mug meets you.
Kind of like when you walk into someone’s bedroom unannounced and can just sense they’ve recently masturbated and had a rather powerful orgasm.
Maybe like a, ” Oh, I really wish you weren’t here right now so I can bask in all the hormonal explosions happening in my body, but oh what the hell, I’m tripping on endorphins and tantric bliss.”
?
What is likely creeping you out is a reflection of how odd I feel while being photographed.
The presence of a camera is unsettling. Such a poweful instrument, such vulnerable moments.
A robot that records visual data.
I guess it’s no big deal, really.
THEY just kind of creep ME out.
And the “THEY” are the cameras.
So what you are seeing in my aversion to the camera or in my complacent gaze is intense retrospection, hesitation, toil and conflict, and then, ultimately, surrender.
And that’s right where my mug meets you.
Kind of like when you walk into someone’s bedroom unannounced and can just sense they’ve recently masturbated and had a rather powerful orgasm.
Maybe like a, ” Oh, I really wish you weren’t here right now so I can bask in all the hormonal explosions happening in my body, but oh what the hell, I’m tripping on endorphins and tantric bliss.”
?
What is likely creeping you out is a reflection of how odd I feel while being photographed.
The presence of a camera is unsettling. Such a poweful instrument, such vulnerable moments.
A robot that records visual data.
I guess it’s no big deal, really.
THEY just kind of creep ME out.
And the “THEY” are the cameras.
So what you are seeing in my aversion to the camera or in my complacent gaze is intense retrospection, hesitation, toil and conflict, and then, ultimately, surrender.
And that’s right where my mug meets you.
Kind of like when you walk into someone’s bedroom unannounced and can just sense they’ve recently masturbated and had a rather powerful orgasm.
Maybe like a, ” Oh, I really wish you weren’t here right now so I can bask in all the hormonal explosions happening in my body, but oh what the hell, I’m tripping on endorphins and tantric bliss.”
?
What is likely creeping you out is a reflection of how odd I feel while being photographed.
The presence of a camera is unsettling. Such a poweful instrument, such vulnerable moments.
A robot that records visual data.
I guess it’s no big deal, really.
THEY just kind of creep ME out.
And the “THEY” are the cameras.
So what you are seeing in my aversion to the camera or in my complacent gaze is intense retrospection, hesitation, toil and conflict, and then, ultimately, surrender.
And that’s right where my mug meets you.
Kind of like when you walk into someone’s bedroom unannounced and can just sense they’ve recently masturbated and had a rather powerful orgasm.
Maybe like a, ” Oh, I really wish you weren’t here right now so I can bask in all the hormonal explosions happening in my body, but oh what the hell, I’m tripping on endorphins and tantric bliss.”
?
‘I’ll free your mind in your androgyny’ 🙂
Nice mods, also jealous of the hair!
‘I’ll free your mind in your androgyny’ 🙂
Nice mods, also jealous of the hair!
‘I’ll free your mind in your androgyny’ 🙂
Nice mods, also jealous of the hair!
‘I’ll free your mind in your androgyny’ 🙂
Nice mods, also jealous of the hair!
‘I’ll free your mind in your androgyny’ 🙂
Nice mods, also jealous of the hair!
I have a real love / hate relationship with boys with better hair than mine.
I think he’s beautiful. Great mods.
I have a real love / hate relationship with boys with better hair than mine.
I think he’s beautiful. Great mods.
I have a real love / hate relationship with boys with better hair than mine.
I think he’s beautiful. Great mods.
I have a real love / hate relationship with boys with better hair than mine.
I think he’s beautiful. Great mods.
I have a real love / hate relationship with boys with better hair than mine.
I think he’s beautiful. Great mods.
The first picture reminded me a lot of Ringo Starr playing the mock turtle in the 1985 version of Alice in Wonderland. I like the pictures myself.
The first picture reminded me a lot of Ringo Starr playing the mock turtle in the 1985 version of Alice in Wonderland. I like the pictures myself.
The first picture reminded me a lot of Ringo Starr playing the mock turtle in the 1985 version of Alice in Wonderland. I like the pictures myself.
The first picture reminded me a lot of Ringo Starr playing the mock turtle in the 1985 version of Alice in Wonderland. I like the pictures myself.
The first picture reminded me a lot of Ringo Starr playing the mock turtle in the 1985 version of Alice in Wonderland. I like the pictures myself.