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[13 Apr 2006|08:36pm] |
 i give up
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| GUESS WHO |
[13 Apr 2006|07:02pm] |
 Guest Artist: Nathan B. Portrait of JD
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| JUST IN TIME FOR EASTER!!! |
[10 Apr 2006|07:08pm] |
 sainthoodbunny silkscreened on 100% Cotton shirts White/Black/Daisy small/medium/large $20 USD + shipping
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| sneering into the mirror for 2 hours is kind of hard |
[08 Apr 2006|08:26pm] |
( painting ) it's nothing personal against Brody Dalle; she's never done anything to me. she just bores the hell out of me and i don't get what the hype is about her. for fuck's sake, go get a tan, snowflake. you look like death.
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| remain in light |
[30 Mar 2006|08:48am] |
( you're a whore ) i think i have a phobia of creating serious artwork. i have the greatest ideas and i can doodle for hours like the one above but when i sit down at a large piece of watercolour paper or canvas or whatever it is, i can't do it. am i afraid of failure or being serious?
one day my andy warhol notebook will be worth thousands of dollars.
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| extra time on the ground |
[22 Mar 2006|08:42pm] |
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( air ) Playground Love
I'm a high school lover, and you're my favourite flavour Love is all, all my soul You're my Playground Love Yet my hands are shaking I feel my body remains, time's no matter, I'm on fire On the playground, love. You're the piece of gold the flushes all my soul. Extra time, on the ground. You're my Playground Love. Anytime, anyway, You're my Playground Love.
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| this is the last song i'm gonna play |
[16 Mar 2006|02:26pm] |
the reception's gotten fuzzy. the delicate balance has shifted. put on your gloves and your black pumps. let's pretend the fog has lifted. now you see me. now you don't. now you say you love me; pretty soon you won't. if we get our full threescore and ten, we won't pass this way again. so kiss me with your mouth open. turn the tires toward the street and stay sweet. all the chickens come on home to roost. plump bodies blotting out the sky. you know it breaks my heart in half, in half, when I see them trying to fly. 'cause you just can't do things your body wasn't meant to. hike up your fishnets. I know you. if we live to see the other side of this, I will remember your kiss. so do it with your mouth open and take your foot off of the brake for christ's sake. ( the Mountain Goats CD sleeve & case in india ink )
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| it's why i'm here |
[28 Feb 2006|07:59pm] |
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OK AINT NOTHIN TO DO WITH ART, NIGGAZ BUT I'VE JUST HEARD "GOLD LION" BY THE YEAHS LIKE EVERYONE AND THEIR MOMS
BUT WHAT THE HELL WHERE IS THE GRINDING WHERE IS THE SEX WHERE IS THE SCREAMING WHERE IS THE MOANING WHERE THE FUCK IS MY KAREN O??? WHAT A BONER KILL
PISSED 4 REAL
OK BUT HERE'S WHAT I MADE IN PHYSICS ( THIS HELPS ME SAVE BANDWIDTH )
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