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Dustin Moore

@dustinthewind

About Me

voted least likely to succeed in my high school class

(homeschooling was rough)

yeah, well, if they could only SEE me now

(that would require me to keep in touch w/ any1 from then)

if u need mechanic work hmu

(unless ur shit is electric then good luck go ask elon)

if u need specific products hmu

(unless ur HSD then go fly a kite with frank)

otherwise leave a msg, i am not glued 2 my phone

Quote

life’s a bitch and then you die, fuck the world let’s all get high

Joke

might i compare thee to a summers day cuz it’s every fuckin day with you

_____________________________________________________________________________ | The photo is taken of the wiry guy by a third party or tripod, potentially | | candid but unlikely: he’s caught in the midst of a bench press, 300lbs on the | bar if the photo is to be believed. Less impressive is that the weight bench is | in the weed-riddled front yard of an old trailer, or the portly bloodhound | | lazing on the porch, or the ’71 Plymouth Duster on cinderblocks in the | | driveway. | | | | | | This is a sinewy and scruffy shortstack scumbag in his late twenties. | | He is 5’7″ and has the weathered, tanned skin of a rough life, brown hair, and brown eyes. | You can see his face, neck, the top of his chest, arms, and hands. | | | | While truly only a couple inches under the average for men, this is a lean cut of a five-foot-seven specimen, borderline ‘heroin chic’ if not for the muscle definition. It doesn’t stop him from generally strutting with his shoulders up, chin subtly lifted as though he were that much taller. | | | A scruffy, shaggy mop of brown hair crowns his head, sides undercut and the remainder hanging a few windblown inches. Murky brown eyes, a shade darker than his hair, rest in sunken, dark sockets, testament to sleepless nights. With a bit of an upturned nose, the bridge bears the signs of being broken in the past. There always seems to be at least a five o’clock shadow growing around his thin-lipped mouth and along his sharp jawline. | | | The hard, stringy muscles of his pecs are visible beneath faded tattoos of varying quality and age, along with a fair amount of fine body hair. Sinewy muscle definition is visible in his arms, with little extraneous fat besides. This guy clearly lifts, but he’s still lean as hell. Both old tattoos and scars pepper his arms, forearms, and wrists. Slim-fingered, fat-knuckled hands end in nails that nigh-always have dirt beneath them. | | | | | | | He is using: | | (seen better days) (D) a ratty-ass Lynyrd Skynyrd tank top | | (one strap) (C) a worn-out black Jansport backpack | | | | (once blue) a pair of faded and threadbare jeans | | (still bright) a pair of neon orange Asic sneakers | | | | (D) a hefty bloodhound with more wrinkles than sense, carried | |_____________________________________________________________________________|