hound.xn--6ii/ I know I haven’t been super active here but ummm I’m either thinking about making a younger version of John or just a whole new muse ,,, can’t decide thooo

Mm . . he’s never had a full beard before . Perhaps he can test it out .

blood rinses easily from his hands , yet the bruising across his knuckles lingers . he always liked when they put up a fight .

fingers scratching through grown out salt and pepper scruff . unsure if he should shave it .

hoping out of his truck after a particularly long haul , arms being stretched out over his head . he does need a new pack of smokes though . .

right 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 . . for her maybe they are . for him it’s something else . it’s scratching a sadistic itch in his brain that’s always there , uncaring of who it’s afflicted upon . but sometimes they do deserve it .

it allows for better control , lets you prolong it or make it quick . . makes it 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 .

guns are for cowards , do it with your hands like a normal person .

idle chatter from both the cb radio and police scanner breaks through the heavy silence of the truck cab . Traffic blocks to avoid , empty code calls . nothing is ever exciting . .

well , I wouldn’t be complainin’ if I wasn’t lookin’ for one , doll . .

cigarettes for breakfast , the meal of champions .

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lighting his third cigarette in a row . maybe he’ll go for a fourth , who knows .

back to people watching .