Barbie’s friend Midge sez. . . “BURP.”
LOST LITTLE GIRL *SHOW*
Tonight is the last night for the experimental/avant-garde music venue Tonic. We dug the Norfolk Street concrete-slab of a room a lot, especially its bathrooms—if we remember correctly, they were unisex, which is awesome cuz usually we only get to peep the graffiti in the little girls’ room. One night this past winter, after a few Yuenglings, we locked ourselves in one of the two johns, photographed every inch of the walls, and made whoever was waiting in line behind us hold it for a long, long time. (Sorry, we were working!)
Since then, we’ve been keeping these photos around for a special occasion. Death qualifies. Yo Tonic: please say hello to Vonnegut for us, will ya?
FUCK IMPERIALISM OF THE GENITALS. MAKE HIM/HER
COME CUM FROM HIS/HER ELBOW./OK
Week 9: Dicknose Edition
Week 8: 190 Bowery (a/k/a Sex, Death, and Hair) Edition
Week 7: Rent Increase Edition
Week 6: Only Dead Fish Go With the Flow
Week 5: Hello Kitty ate Barney, then had a baby with Bedtime Care Bear
Week 4: Love Is the Space Between Sounds
Week 3: Tiger Fart? Pony Butter? Who Are These People?
Week 2: The New Revolution Begins in Union Sq.
Week 1: Ambivalent Gayness Is Not A Game