Ashtray Boy

That is, when I'm not playing shows, antagonizing fascists, staging unpermitted political actions slash performance-art pieces, or having a laugh at the pub with the mandem. I'm not a role model. I was briefly a runway model. I hate the A.M. I hate the P.M. I hate labels. I'm not a hero because calling yourself a hero makes you a self-mythologizing, narcissistic autocrat.

Cigarettes, black coffee and pearls - Brian Molko modelling for Dior, 1998

I really like the favour card concept in Bee & Puppycat, so I had to make it too. Interested in buying, go to my redbubble shop "Blumeo" (link in my description).

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I hold an image of the ashtray girl Of cigarette burns on my chest I wrote a poem that described her world And put our friendship to the test And late at night Whilst on all fours She used to watch me kiss the floor What’s wrong with this picture? What’s wrong with this picture? Farewell the ashtray girl Forbidden snowflake Beware this troubled world Watch out for earthquakes Goodbye to open sores To broken semaphore You know we miss her We miss her picture Sometimes it’s fated (We) Disintegrated it For fear of growing old Sometimes it’s fated (We) Assassinated it For fear of growing old Farewell the ashtray girl Angelic fruitcake Beware this troubled world Control your intake Goodbye to open sores Goodbye and furthermore You know we miss her We miss her picture Sometimes it’s fated (We) Disintegrated it For fear of growing old Sometimes it’s fated (We) Assassinated it For fear of growing old Hang on Though we try It’s gone Hang on Though we try It’s gone Sometimes it’s fated (We) Disintegrated it For fear of growing old Sometimes it’s fated (We) Assassinated it For fear of growing old Can’t stop growing old…

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School of Rock (2003)