Christmas can fuck right off.

That is all.


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Since the likes of milescosm and baltimoron decided to turn the comments section of the last posting into a wankerfest, and I'm really not in the mood for retard farming, I have to choose between killing the comments section, or just not using this thing anymore. This shit is usually the tip of an oncoming iceberg (I ran a very large message board for five years, ( Read more... )

Further to previous: you will now bring me the LiveJournals
wherein people disseminate Art: images, prose, audio, video, whatever.

Now.

Don't make me come over there.


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This is a small collection of notes that I've been distributing in bits here and there in the hope that interesting artists will get hold of them and find them interesting enough to make something ( Read more... )

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Freezing fog. Everywhere. It claws at the windows, and hisses at me. "Come outside, Warren." Filthy fucking muck that it is. Like God stood on the moon to piss on England. (Like America wasn't a better target.)

"Come outside, Warren. Come outside and die."

God has hated me ever since I made his girlfriend come.


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