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Flesh #3 What came first the taste for performance art or the egg?

As a timid twenty-something I had no clue, as to what lay behind the self-pleasuring rabbit head, slumped against the gallery wall. Nor did I understand the meaning of two characters in camouflage, pulping tomatoes with their chests, till the place smelled like a Bloody Mary at breakfast. 677 more words

Dance

I'm a Blessed Mess and Here's Why

Hi. My name is Jenny and I’m a┬áblessed mess. What is a blessed mess you ask? I’m blessed because everyday I am given, is an opportunity to be a light , serve and love others. 425 more words

Jesus