Stained EVERYTHING.
Mixing up my own facepaint with food dye and cheap foundation is the best shit. Not only do the colours come out fucking niiice, it’s like two faces in one cuz the next day I’ll be looking like a fucking zombie.
As if I have 119 followers and only get questioned by anonymous weirdos?
C’mon, ask me shit. I’m bored waiting for paint dry.
Running into old cunts in the city like holy fuck! Where did you disappear to?!
Oh, Adelaide? True?
We got an ozzy, set up in the bathroom doorway for a sesh and now I’m out of hair gel.
Stencilling Shock’s way: Attach paper to cardboard and stab the shit out of it with a pin.
Next time I’m switching to plastic, this stencil fell apart. SO BUMMED.
Q:SOrry I creeped u out. I just found yur tumblr and I think yur pretty cute. ARe you single?
Anonymous
Uh, thanks Greyface...
A small part of me appreciates this anonymous fondness but I think yur barking up the wrong tree. Even if I was single, you don’t wanna get near to this. I’m totally mental. I’d have you running down to Flinders steps all the time to support my drug habit, I’d annoy the fuck out of you with my constant non-stop blabbering about Australian stand-up comedians and I’m as vain as a cute motherfucker like myself can get.
I recommend you direct your Shift-key lingering, neck-suckling interests elsewhere, buuh-ddy.
