so I’ve been making pastel jewels and brooches out of shrink plastic. and now I’m blogging about it. because I am the internetiest.
so I’ve been making pastel jewels and brooches out of shrink plastic. and now I’m blogging about it. because I am the internetiest.
I woke up with that band
tattooed on my arm
where the fox should go
over that scar,
where the fox should go
it’s temporary
applied with gin and napkins,
just where the fox should go,
and before they’d started playing
‘we’re from Melbourne!’
it’s old people and regret
‘we’re from Melbourne!’
(they kept saying that)
‘we’re from Melbourne!’
winning friends
in a room like this
there’s no set difficulty rating
only section breaks
only variable distance
only notable for being poorly lit
they weren’t to blame
I felt
SILLY FOX MORRISSEY-THEMED WRISTWEAR GIVEAWAY!
after the unexpected popularity of my Unhappy Birthday party passé parcel, I’ve spent the evening making NEW awkardly-Morrisey-themed smutbeads. and I’m sharing them with YOU.
to claim one of your very own … ASK ME, I WON’T SAY NO. HOW COULD I?
bracelets are limited, and come in five different phrases (as pictured): ‘VULGAR’, ‘STILL ILL’, ‘ASK ME’, ‘LET ME’ and, ‘QUARRY’. each posts with a ABSOLUTELY SPECIAL card upon which a floating paper Morrissey head announces the word, in CAPITAL LETTERS! (askbox or email. make sure to provide a postal address or an exchange location in my area. and a sneaky reblog never hurts.)
ON YOU,
I LOVE YOU.
