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EDIT: I think I might get to meet AL in a few hours. I also think I'm gonna hurl.











my horribly out-of-date-like-george-hamilton's-sunscreen website will soon be born anew. Slouching toward Bethlehem, of course.

Soon I will have lots of new pictures, all in one place. All in sizes which make for good printings and signings and mattings and mailings to you gorgeous guys and dolls.

------ANGST BREAK---

me being a morbid little fucker sometime last year:

"one of those days when i feel my mortality as not only self-evident but a physical rather than abstract notion.

honestly, i've been having strange premonitions recently. and they don't bode well for this lady. sort of like the millenium strange days apocalyptic frenzy but a few years too late for the popular hardcover ny times list.

everyone's days are numbered. (although numbering can only be done when the quantity is countable by a source with the vision to do so. so maybe our days are not numbered, at least not until they're over.)

this is a morbid post. i wonder sometimes if my recurrent self-portrait relates somehow to the feeling that i might not be alive in a year.

neque hic vivus, neque illic mortuus

(soon i promise to stop being some kind of regressive teenaged throwback.)"

------/ANGST------

HIRE ME FOR YOUR PARTIES I AM FUN IN A CAN.

So, anyways, once the website is built, i will be offering you all a chance to get in on the ground floor of "knowing-me-when." Not that i ever imagine i'll be remotely rich and famous.

But what if i DID blow up, and you MISSED YOUR OPPORTUNITY to buy a sensual and moderately priced work of wall-hanging????

I'll be in the corner inhaling the glue.

Sometimes blur is better: