For the past few months I've had more spare time on my hands than anyone has the right to. It's practically obscene (and I know obscene...which looks something like a largish man taking down a block of cheese and an entire package of cookies while shirtless...anyhow...). As of Saturday I'm going to be back in Philadelphia, and while I'll have lots of time for picture taking and other things (one of those being helping a friend with a comic book...brave man) I may not be a slave to anything that looks even remotely like an update schedule. I could be wrong...you may find that things don't change that much beyond some of the posed, surreal theatrical work featuring models who *gasp* aren't me (I would still love some volunteers for this, by the way...you can even keep your clothes on). There is also the chance that I may be completely non-existent, from an internet perspective, until the beginning of November and then upload about fifty new pieces of strangeness (well, I'm hoping that they'll be strange). I post this now so that if the latter option comes to pass no one thinks that I've died, or run off in a huff, or something equally drastic.
Be that as it may, I do want to do something Halloween themed done and posted in time for the holiday. Since I love all of you and value your respective inputs...I'll ask now what the collective you would like to see in a Halloweeny (my spell check tells me that I've just invented a word, here)vein. Doesn't lobbing ideas at me sound like a barrel of vampire monkeys?

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Im so sorry coz...i just farted. ya kno i save the water i drink my own pee
My first ever contest(Shoes Contest)send me your shoes,note me,i mean the pic of your shoes
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"Beneath your dancing feet lie the tombs of tortured men. Thus does the Red Death rebuke your merriment."
The Phantom of the Opera, 1925
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More pictures of my dolls on [link]
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~~marianne
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"Beneath your dancing feet lie the tombs of tortured men. Thus does the Red Death rebuke your merriment."
The Phantom of the Opera, 1925
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"Beneath your dancing feet lie the tombs of tortured men. Thus does the Red Death rebuke your merriment."
The Phantom of the Opera, 1925
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"Beneath your dancing feet lie the tombs of tortured men. Thus does the Red Death rebuke your merriment."
The Phantom of the Opera, 1925
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