A blog about the New York artworld, body modification, mythical beasts, getting high, and wanting to die.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Meanwhile
I am stuffed into a beige box for anther 8 hours. I'm a young man. Shouldn't my desperation start later in life? Already my face is lined in the form of a scowl. It's not sexy. It scares girls.
girls like scowls. they think scowls are all kinds of knowing-sexy. i love you.
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