Showing posts with label cobra bites. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cobra bites. Show all posts
Dec 14, 2008
I'm Sorry Pillow. I Didn't Mean to Make You Claw Out Your Ojos.
Pillow, you're so right. Miami is just the place for a nutty Eurotrash fay-shun foto expo. It is also just the place for Cory Kennedy to go see a gallery full of dubious tee-shirt design cum screenprints, injure her foot, and take mesculin at "the Nike party" for to hop up and down to some twee jams and light a sparkler.
Labels:
art farts,
cobra bites,
the Miami Relatives
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