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I don't think I actually own a single band t-shirt. Kinda a shame.
I misread my own name as 'Descent' a lot, too. And have the same sort of stainedglass Beatlesque submarine image when I do.
And, Benny, really... Shade and Mysterio? You realize I think wearing Shade's coat over Mysterio's green jumpsuit with that wonderful crisscross pattern would just look fabulous!
Unfortunately, Mysterio's some sort of psycho telepathic rapist, these days.
Much as I love talking about myself, on to some more others:
Justrix looks like the sublevel of the main building at CalArts right after the summerschool kids've been there and the murals are covered under tags, doodles, weird marker and whiteout notes and other murals.
who killed the electric monk, is in fact, the electric monk, looking around entirely earnest about the whole question though apparently entirely not-dead (as opposed to undead).
sleazenation is the electric slide. Nobody's doing it, it's just there.
Hector Lima is a staircase ascending. To somewhere.
FinderWolf and Der Falke are parts of some large combining robot toy thingie that's gigantic and is awaiting the rest of it's smash-for-justice smaller robot parts.
bitchiekittie is the drunk, angry and yet somehow totally happy and excited Hello Kitty a friend of mine used to draw anywhere that ink would stay.
I always seem to think of Persephone as skipping or hopping lightly, for some reason.
cusm, on the other hand, jumps slightly forward occasionally to mumble, 'Cause I'm...' before leaning back.
And Tom Coates is omnipresent, coating everything we see or hear, like some warmer version of the voice from 'Outer Limits'. |
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