ridiculous conversation with an old friend #6840

S: she said she is gonna do porn?

G: nah but i get the hint that she would.
like double penetrations with apes n shit.
she has skanky porno tits and tats.
and a porn face.

private facebook messages from an ex-girlfriend.

found these gems in my inbox from last year. this was after i got erased for (supposedly) leaving drunken comments that i don't remember.

X: seriously, i love you and your big fat rod, but please tell me why you can't ever write anything nice on my page? do you always have to talk shit to me? yeah, i know you say "i talk a lot of shit because (you) know alot of shit" but really, i shouldn't have to worry about loggin onto facebook and seeing a comment from you about how i am a hoe bag and i pussy fart.

maybe if you send me a picture of your hard dick and promise to leave my page alone, i'd feel better about your electronic friendship.

you know i love you dearly but you also know that i am very aware of what you are capable of. i am afraid to be 'friends' with you on any internet site because you think nothing of posting totally inappropriate shit about me. for example: around 2005 you posted a picture of me in my underwear (which had 'i deserve it' written on the back) with a correlating caption that read "RIGHT IN THE ASS". I then made the mistake in 2009 of being 'friends' with you on facebook and you kept posted messages about how i needed dick and wasn't getting any. come on steve...why the hell would i set myself up for your internet assaults again? i'm sure there are plenty of other women that would be just as fun to harass.

S: Blow me faggot.

X: thank you for proving my point.

S: The only points you have are the horns on your head.

do work son.

heavy grinding. new shit. hot off the presses:

flyer design for my boy gutter:

check out his shit here. death metal, hardcore, hip-hop. tons of merch.

business cards for my homegirl tara:


i also did her website a while back. check her out.

flyer design for my boys at lower level gallery:


this will also be a full-page ad in steppin' out magazine. if you are interested in showing your art at their gallery, hit them up here.

seizure alert.

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we are still dodging shell fractures in a shallow trench.

that's a nice little nothing you're almost wearing.

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visions that disintegrate with each passing minute.

gustav klimt | web | (via)

we are the fragile delicacies of a brutal world.

alexa meade paints humans to look like paintings. more stuff on her flickr page. (via)

a thousand shades of gold glistened on its plumage.

jamie livingston took a polaroid photo on every single day from March 31, 1979 until October 25, 1997, which was the day he died. this is his first photo:


these are the photos he took every year on my birthday between 1979 and 1997:




















this was the last photo taken of him on the day he died.


the whole collection is online here. some pretty crazy stuff if you can pull yourself away from facebook for an hour or two.