Saturday, March 6, 2010

FLOWER GILRS













The stories they could tell...
 

"See anything you like?"


"I hate my mother."


"Hail Satan!"


"Crack is whack."


"I'm really a boy."


"I think Sarah Palin is, like, totally awesome!"


"Is JonBenet one word or two?"


"Hey, big spender!"
 






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FLOWER GILRS (PART 1)


Breathtaking.





We read it for the articles.
 


 








Brought to you by the fabulous Mark Ryden.
 



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Chateau, madhouse, it's all the same to the eclectic guests who come for a visit and stay forever. But there's room for everyone, and all are welcome. Our old friend Mr. Peenee often stays in the Havisham Room, when he's not chasing houseboys. Muscato frequents the Habibi Room, where he can occasionally be heard singing "Midnight At The Oasis". And MJ has her own dungeon somewhere on the premises. The individuals in the above photographs can often be found wandering the halls, in search of medication, or perhaps a brioche. Maybe you've seen them. It was like gazing into your very soul, wasn't it?
 





 

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