Wall of Mouths

Title: me - armed

it may have something to do with the fact that almost every picture i have is from a shoot i did with my brother, in which i was given tons of random weapons and told to pose…

i look much more hobo-like now, with much of the long hair, ragged beard, unclean clothes and no money…

listning to if it kills me…

totally forgotten what i was going to say, so,

hasta luego.

xXXxXXXXxXXx

Title: No es un boligrafo

my nephew

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Title: Dammit!

:eek: why is it that every time
i hear about a gig, it’s a week
after the event!? :mad:

aaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!!

Title: hola parra tiempo nuevo…

sorry all, i was feeling a little big-headed… i seem to switch between the extremes of insecurity, and big-headedness…

incidentally, i used to be a body builder… just thought i’d mension. o’ yea, and i can’t spell.

anyway… Newport needs therapy?! more accurately, i need to see the band live, now…

one more thing, why does noone ever know what i’m talking about when i say therapy?? it’s not like the band’s hidden away from the world or anything.

another picture…

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Title: Yo, yo, yo…

i’m Andrew: artist of all forms, punk, goth(in slightly out of date terminology, that is…), devout Therapy? fan, ‘intellectual’.
um… big ginger freaky guy, always concidered the weard one with the strange young-goth/wannabe ‘swetty’ following, they just flock to me!!!!
martial artist…
successful in many ways, but dress like a guy who stole from a charity shop…

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