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#PhotoLog 2014-10-23
#JawnADay 2014-10-23 Her voice is an aria easing the dead into The Father's Embrace.
#SketchLog 2014-10-22
#PhotoLog 2014-10-22
#SoundLog 2014-10-22
#JawnADay 2014-10-22 He Paints 1987--White Paint--On His Black Leather Jacket--I Suppose His Mother Remembers His Birth--I remember Summer--Video Games And Bulfinch's Mythology--A Season Of Worship.
#SketchLog 2014-10-21
#PhotoLog 2014-10-21
#JawnADay 2014-10-21 He named his external drive G Minor Threat. #NerdWorldProblems
#PhotoLog 2014-10-20
#JawnADay 2014-10-20 She holds a bouquet of flowers to her chest...
#PhotoLog 2014-10-19 "Welcome To My Website."
#JawnADay 2014-10-19 Everywhere I go, I hear a man snoring; sometimes I wonder if I am asleep and hearing myself in the dream.
#PhotoLog 2014-10-18-02
#PhotoLog 2014-10-18
#JawnADay 2014-10-18 She teaches, "There are three things that will immortalize your art: love, death, religion. For my art, I have fucked, killed, and now -- through you -- I will become a god."
#PhotoLog 2014-10-17
#JawnADay 2014-10-17 For Halloween, he wears drag badly. People ask, "What are you supposed to be?" He says, "Your mom."
#PhotoLog 2014-10-16
