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Just got off the phone for a long time with Jonathan. Finally he’s had a moment to call me (the original cosmic waif who got lost in the greasy São Paulo summertime) in between bouts of toxic dance-offs with Narcisa, The Dakini who wears the skulls of her victims so proudly around her throat, God love her. We love her. I’m here in the office as usual. My ass hurts and so does my brain from being thrown up against a wall a few too many times for my own good.

But, alas, I found these pictures. I’d like to call this series “things that go on in Jonathan’s backyard”  

 Iggy Pop, looking good…

 and then there’s Narcisa, about to be devoured by buzzards.

    I’m missing Rio alot today.

NOTIFIÇAO: Os eventos neste site são contos de ficção - registrados na Biblioteca Nacional com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor, Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são interamente ficticios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa vivo ou morta se trata de pura coincidência.As vários fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.