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and I've got a whole lot more to say..."

That's why God made Mexico
a place where we can lay low
where the Cuervo goes down nice and slow
and the warm winds blow

Cause life is sweet in a border town
you learn to let your hair down
you don't make trouble, you learn to dance the Fandango
You change your name and you change your face
Get used to beans and chili paste
and you learn to live and love life in the slow lane

....and that's why God made Mexico....

a new icon

i could probably work on this for ages, but i gotta tidy my room, infact i wouldn't be suprised if i don't have any room left.
edit, i ment room as in kb for this picture, not like my room got so messy i have no room...

before doin this, i thought "hey dba could do this justice" but hey its just a pciture at the end o the day.

I was going to put this in beginners and decided on intermediate. I think she is my favorite so far. The background was by accident.

I want this out of my studio. Can't be fixed, as far as can tell.

We've been meanin' to collab for a while now. Thanks for the fun idea, Kyle! :D These bad boys were referenced from Tupac and 50 Cent.

...Its a monkey.

(One of my favorite Texans... and I was just thinking it's a good damn thing I don't have a "Clyde" right now.)

Bonnie Parker stood 4’11" in her stocking feet, weighed 90 pounds, had Shirley Temple-colored strawberry-blond ringlets, was freckle-faced and, according to those who knew her, was very pretty. Born October 1, 1910, in Rowena, Texas, her parents were hard working laborers plunked down in life among the lower caste. A good student in high school, she excelled in creative writing and displayed a dramatic flair for the arts. Her favorite color was red; when she could afford it, she wore fashionable clothes dominating that color. She loved hats of all kinds. As a child, her father died young and her mother was forced to bring her and her two siblings to Cement City, near Dallas, where they lived with Mrs. Parker’s parents. Married too young, at age 16, her immature rattle-brained husband wound up in the penitentiary a year later. For money, she was forced to become a waitress. Bored and poor, she knew life had something more to offer.
Clyde Chestnut Barrow stood 5’7," weighed 130 pounds, slicked back his thick brown hair in the style of the day, and parted it on the left. His eye color matched his hair. Women found him attractive. He came into this world as one of many children born to dirt-poor tenant farmer parents barely making a living on the cotton fields of Teleco, Texas. Moving with his parents, brothers and sisters to the Dallas outskirts, where his father ran a gas station (in which the family members crowded as one into a tiny back room), Clyde quickly learned to abhor poverty. Bored and poor, he too knew life had something more to offer.
Bonnie and Clyde were meant for each other. And they clung to each other while they fought back against the elements. These elements were destitution and a government they took for its face value. They were children of a nationwide economic depression that not unlike France in the late 1700s had its upheavals -- and those who tried to keep small the size and impact of the upheavals.
An anger dwelt within Clyde, having been born ragged and made more ragged by the Depression. He sometimes killed in cold blood, and always tried to justify the murders as if he had a right to pull that trigger, thus releasing somehow the seething that built up like a volcano deep inside him. Perhaps he actually believed in his own special privilege. As the fame of Bonnie and Clyde grew, they shot their way out of police loops, each time growing tighter and tighter, and claimed that the "laws" they killed just happened to get in the way between their fiery outcry and the rest of the country. Their killings were not personal, they contended. But, the government took them personal. And Bonnie and her man were marked for death.

going w/ the rose theme. :D