And speaking of death . . . Sorry, but I can't look at this without thinking of the icon from Logan's Run. Hirst's jewel is so blinking red.
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4 comments:
i need to watch that again... wasn't there a tv show too? or maybe i'm mixing it up with battlestar galactica.
Oh, no. You got it right, dude. It was very much a tv show as well.
Ok, I am so with you. My new work will consist of an intervention at White Cube where I go in to see the skull and I began BLASTING "Enter Sandman" then when I'm asked to leave I'm going to yell "For the love of GOD...My Palm Flower is Black!"
Palm Flower! Thank you. And I know someone who has a ticket for June 19 from 12-12:30. We should all pitch in and pay for your flight.
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