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be still my bleeding heart

remember the first bunch of Bleeding Hearts i found a few months ago? here’s some more, but the unknown artist has added a new feature: a skull with antlers. that’s kinda punk rock, n’est-ce pas?

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This entry was posted on February 21, 2012 by Christine Estima. It was filed under BleedingHeart, photography, street art, toronto .

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FDLMM

looks like something that belongs on one of those Ed Hardy shirts, the ones with all the plastic bling n stuff…

Sheeeeeeeeat! I think I might be in troll mode today.

February 22, 2012 at 9:22 AM

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- Christine Estima
  
  yes. yes you are.
  
  February 22, 2012 at 11:53 AM
  
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