Monday Morning Soul. One time fuh yuh mindski.

[Collage by Javier Pinon over at Faith is Torment]

I run up on her. She was about seven feet tall. Built like an Amazon. Had Mens climbing the Walls.

I said ‘Hello, Baby.”

She said, “Hello, little fella.”

I said, “I likes that.”

[Photo Credit: oio]

Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons/Got buffoons eatin my pussy while I watch cartoons…

Well, you don’t say? This one’s a head-nodder.

[Photo Credit: Kutlu]

[Photo Via Shaolinchild]

He don’t celebrate Sunday on a Saturday night no more…

[Photo Credit: Summer Sun Goddess-s]

[Photo Credit: Etsy]

[Photo Credit: Summer Sleep, By Irving Penn, 1949]

Keep it together…

[Photo Credit: Ralph Gibson]

I like my pockets fat not flat.

[Photo Via: The Adults]

[Photo Credit: fsquared]

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[Photo Credit: Sam Coldy]

I just don’t have that much jam…

[Photo Via: Kitty en classe]

[Photo Credit: Sumeja Tulic via Je Suis Perdu]

Then I rose, wiping a blunt’s ash from my clothes, then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose.

Lyrical masterpiece.

All the nightmares came today/And it looks as though they’re here to stay…

[“Learning to Fly,” by carlybartel]

Here’s some Monday morning soul to ease you into the week…

[Photo Credit: Jason Travis]

I know you got soul…

[Photo by Saul Leiter]

Happy Birfday.