The Gazz Lady strikes and the bloody pix disappear!
Dear Ones, Now, Gazz Lady knows you youngsters love your music. Why, in my day, we would dance until the… well, you don’t want to hear about my day. But you will want to hear about Gazz Lady’s blogphoto restrictions. The photo of the self-bloodied singer from Pure Grain, his brow and t-shirt splattered and spackled in red, has gone, poof! Been whisked away by Gazz Lady’s Weapons of Mass Destruction. There is, my sweets, enough blood being spilled in today’s world. I know, I know — ooh, you’ve made a statement by bashing yourself into a pulp! That’s nice, dear. But please, not with my morning eggs and vegetarian bacon, OK?
Love, GZ
September 30th, 2006 at 3:09 am
Thank you GazzLady!
October 2nd, 2006 at 9:42 am
the blood was fake, but thank you gazzlady from sparing us some fake blood in this cruel, obscene world.
October 3rd, 2006 at 6:22 am
The Gazz Lady indeed learns that these industrious boy-os from Pure Grain import goat’s blood from Norway to reproduce the effect of just having been victims of a mortar attack on their town. GZ is impressed! What industriousness and cleverness in simulating bloody self-bashing. Still, there are enough people actually and really bloodied by ill-conceived imperial adventures and messianic religious zealots we don’t need simulations of the same effect here. Yes, we know the world and life is a bloody place, thank you. Why not send a donation to Doctors Without Borders instead of depriving a goat of its well-earned blood? Just a thought! As for the pseudo-bloody shot of the Pure Grain singer: What are MySpace pages for, after all? Hugs, GZ