love is... [according to hugh]
well, it's not exactly what love is, but it's on the same track. either way i want it. all of it.
following on from the psychoanalyst, the kids, the romantic and the dancefloor.
image thanks to gapindvoid.com
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it's not my fault
the drivel i go on about on this blog has nothing to do with how i am at work or at uni. then again, you're all adults and you know that already.
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2 comments:
Make art and love at the same time?
Do you have any idea what horrid image I have in my head at this moment ...
There's an insight into me. What a sick bastard!
is the image anything like the scene in the big lebowski where julianne moore is tied to a pulley system and splatters paint on the canvas as she flies, naked and screaming, across the room?
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