In the grand tradition of preachers of yore, I come to you with hat in hand hoping for a little something to pay for the booze. Or booze.
Oh my god. This is incredibly disturbing. And I don't mean *just* the Roxy Music headline. You rock. In a creepy way.
i love roxy music, but christ, the dolls are killing me.
Are these all from the same thrift store as jesus? I think LB totally summed up my thought better than i ever could with the you rock. in a creepy way.
This one makes me feel a kind of resigned anger/sadness.
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