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

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*puffs out chest*

...I'm one of the ten persons on the planet that are proud to be insane, ain't I? ;P

LOVE YOU!