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Originally posted by galathaea
i always knew, what with the maggots and the bodily fluid ingestion and that crucifixion thing, that genesis p-orridge was an artist commited to his art, but the recent breast implants show his passion exceeds even some of my own suspicions...
Like a wintry mix of juicy diarrhea and pumice, the raw power of the glockenspiel cannot be matched by merely inserting diuretics into the water supply of unsuspecting sheep. The paradox of magnetic geometry coupled with an innate sense of "don't go there or else" caused the bolgars, sprangs, and blivets to immediately revolt against said instructor only to find that was just what she wanted. No more, they can take no more, and they return burning... or drowning...