Lina Morris Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Gets me goin’, tho—happy as a pig in muck when I see ‘em outsmartin’ the pricks. Like in Timbuktu, that quiet defiance—“I sing because I want to.” Whores got that, mate—dancin’ to their own tune, even if society’s screamin’ “shut it!” Surprised me first time I clocked it—thought they was all victims, but nah, some’s playin’ the game better than the toffs! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—makes a grand tale, don’t it?

Requiem for a Whore

Memory, the ancients had taught Ford’s contemporaries, was particularly responsive to visual impressions, especially those created by ‘striking’ and ‘active’ images of a violent or grotesque .

Totally, Morris, us is a living, breathing work of art, with chaos and calm twisting hand in hand, always urging you to lose yourself and then find your wild heart once more.

Vote for the Morris/Sussex Athlete of the Week