dinsdag 1 december 2009

a rough sketch

You are a phony, Jack. You are no artist. You are evil. You ain't real. You are that typical blend of would be. Chrissake. You are a phony, Jack. Visit heaven. Our collection for the brainless. A fake, Jack, that's what you really are. Sure, one day it began with a little penny, it one day began with a little thought and that smell worth a weasel's arse.

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