The Badness

“Oh it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. Oh, it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk round my bed. Then flute and oboe bored, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. I was in such bliss, my brothers.”

Feb 2


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Fanny Francois

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Fanny Francois




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Melanie Iglesias

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Melanie Iglesias


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Elle Stup

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Elle Stup


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Erin Wasson

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Erin Wasson




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Tabitha Hall

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Tabitha Hall


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Beatrice Chirita

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Beatrice Chirita


Feb 1
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Lara Swieciki

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Lara Swieciki


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Inguna Butane

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Inguna Butane


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Ludi Delfino

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Ludi Delfino


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