I absolutely adore this shot.

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"What is with your obsession with rape??!!"
"I got raped by a ghost, Spencer!!"
-Spencer Rice and Kenny Hotz.

Devoted Batman fan since 1990.

The mind behind the fictional band 'I Walk The Ceiling'. (c) D. J. M.

you are just the best damned thing.

So eccentric. I love it.

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"No great artist ever sees things as they really are, if he did he would cease to be an artist."
~Wilde

That's very true, fedora hats don't ever go out of style.

Very, very nifty shot, I like it a lot! :3

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I'm sorry, but I just can't see Bill Nye the Science Guy having sex. I think he reproduces by budding.

I love this series of photos that you have been taking

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Wonka Love!

Fantastic! I love the juxtaposition of the pose with the graffiti.

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Sine aliquid dementia, nullus Phoebus.

"All the pretty things are going to Hell." Hah, true 'dat.

Very fun.

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*~ If you're moved by my noise, then you're the same monster as me. ~*
-Pierrot: Neogrotesque

those hats are awesome |D and that graphitti PWNs.

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Duckies. Thats right...

There is the cheap trick of the title, but it is the entirety of the lyrics that grabs me, along with how Mr. Bowie spaces out the messages, the movement of the melody like the upswinging splatters of the spray paint; the way I embody the ultimate vision and project the comments on society:

What to wear
What to say
What to do on a sunny day
Who to phone
Who to fight
Who to dance with on a sunday night?
Reaching the very edge you know
Reaching the very edge
I'm going to the other side of this town
Reaching the very edge

You're still breathing but you don't know why
Life's a bit and sometimes you die
You're still breathing but you just can't tell
Don't hold your breath
But the pretty things are going to hell

I am a drug I am a dragon
I am your best jazz you've ever seen
I am the dragon I am the sky
I am the blood at the corner of your eye
I found the secrets I found gold
I found you out before you grow old
I found you out before you grow old

What is eternal
What is damned
What is clay and what is sand?
Who to dis
Who to trust
Who to listen to?
And who to suss
I'm reaching the very edge you know
I'm reaching the very edge
I'm going to the other side of this town
I'm reaching the very edge

The pretty things are going to hell
They wore him out
But they wore him well


His music always provokes deep thought and images in my mind although I I really should have mentioned Michael Jackson somewhere, perhaps from him I would pick Shout or Morphine.

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はじめまして! _{Artist, Writer/Poet, Photographer, traditional medium mostly, anime, sci-fi and the bizarre.}