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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.
5 comments:
just like pitchfork accept she smells like canal street during a heat wave
anonymous thing.... do you have problems? did someone hurt your feelings? I sense an unpure aura.
anonymous, you can't spell you dummy!!! you mean except not accept. why are you all about coming down hard on krixfort? you are a sad sample. but i wouldn't mind it if you spanked me with that spoon. that sounds like fun on a bun.
Anonymous.
if you have the GUTS to meet me face to face I will zap you with a tazer so hard. . .and then I will run.
I used to be a pacifist. No more, Anonymous. no more.
P.S. Anonymous, are you in the same jail as I am? You seem familiar.
anonymous, you seem like a dreadful person. however, i am still waiting for my spanking. i will meet you in the men's room. i'll bring some mouthwash in case your breath is as foul as i think it is.
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