Sorry for the spam. No, really.

[kasche]

First off: if you love me at all, keep me far from Paint. I mean it. I'd gone near it to do a certain thigh-stick-thing, and I ended up doing other two. (then again, that might also be Liz's fault. Liz's and of that misheard-lyrics-entry of hers.)

Anyway.


"Removables":

I bronze my thighs easily
("A bronze moth dies easily")



"You Love Us":

You love ass
("You love us")



"Life Becoming A Landslide":
(maybe this one's not properly worksafe. But it's so tiny...)

Just a fuck for all to see.
("Just a finely tuned jealousy")



So? Are you properly persuaded now that Paint and me just not have to meet?


ETA: Er. I'd forgot to add the links to the pics. Sorry.

Also, Part one. :P

Comments

[kasche.livejournal.com]

Oo! :D

Oh! You didn't get my email, then? Damn, that happens too often. Tell you what though, I'll make directly the postcars-post I'd been thinking about for a while. Well, I'm spamming already anyway...

MWAH! ::squeezes::

[ourmutualfiend.livejournal.com]

No, I'm sorry- I didn't. K sent me my address books weeks and weeks ago, but I have yet to receive it and have now given up all hope.

I can rebuild it. I have the technology.

[kasche.livejournal.com]

Really, I must resolve myself to stop using that address. It happened a few times with mails I sent to Ni, too, and I can't know if it was other times as well. :/

Oh yes, you'll make it. Yay for The Oo! :D (and, cheerleader. *points up*)