Fucking for drugs

He later studied at the International Center of Photography in New York alongside Nan Goldin and Larry Clark, with whom he shares a fascination for the seamier side of things. He regularly immerses himself in his subjects, which typically tend to be prostitutes and other marginalised misfits, often throwing himself into dangerous, drug-addled and sex-fuelled situations. Art has long been the hostage of technique and today the criteria would be intelligence, not to say cynicism. I look at art when it is shouted or vomited, not conceptualised or marketed.

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I, woah, I think I'm a God or some other shit, yeah You know how I get when I'm in my head, yeah Pink shadows in the basement, woah What's that pink shadow in the bass? Mama, I'm sorry, reality's boring I cut it up, wash it all down with a forty I probably won't snort it My head is distorded I try to ignore it, I try to ignore it I'm searching for glory, girl, you know the story Girl, you know the story. Drugs and fucking money I can hear the birds sing Drugs and fucking money Fucking up this whole thing Drugs and fucking money Only thing that I need Drugs and fucking money. Yeah, drugs and fucking money I can hear the birds sing Drugs and fucking money Fucking up this whole thing Drugs and fucking money Only thing that I need Drugs and fucking money, yeah Drugs and fucking. Gold plated chain in my pocket I could make it rain if I wanted to She said: You got drugs 'cause I want 'em Hell, nah I told you they're mine, girl just stop it.

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