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A blog about the New York artworld, body modification, mythical beasts, getting high, and wanting to die.
A blog about the New York artworld, body modification, mythical beasts, getting high, and wanting to die.
3 comments:
Gross me out the door. You are nasty. I would never stroke a sculpture with a man who smells homeless. Don't kid yourself. Nobody would.
no, no, you misunderstand me. i was feeling badly but really i am a sexy sexpot of a young 32 year old man. a hotty!
how can you expect me to believe you. you are a turd. You pork donkeys. You have chickens. You don't just live in squallor. You are squallor. I didn't really think people like you exist. Now I know better. I want to stay home forever so that I won't run into people like you.
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