Courtney Love in New York City. (May 5, 2012)
“What sort of person would put a giant mirror outside?”
Relax, it’s just a fire hydrant, not Kurt’s giant ghost penis.
Hello 911, someone stole my shopping cart with all my stuff.
Bah! A Make-up artist!
Ow – it burns! The rain burns!!
this is the moment when she just sobered up after weeks of intoxication and remembered that she threw the art in the trash and put the trash in a gallery.
I think she sees gremlins chasing her
$10 a pack for cigarettes in NY fucks me up too.
“Sunlight! Fresh air! AAARRrrgghhhh…..”
“I see live people” – Courtney
‘All the animals come out at night – whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets…”
Is she talking to herself? She’s the only one there. Who the fuck does she think she’s talking to?
Hard to believe this is the first time she’s seen her reflection.
Unfortunately for Courtney, the Society of Kurt Cobain Impersonators held their annual conference at her hotel.
It would appear that the art critics just posted their reviews. Either that or she just passed a Sober House.
Sometimes I can’t stand seeing pictures of this annoying bitch-bag. But then I think ‘wow, Kurt sure exacted his revenge pretty well from the grave’…
“Ach, my preciousss… we wants it, we wants it, gollum, gollum…”
Gary Busey’s doppelgänger
Well you would be scared too if you were having a conversation with Satan and that dead uncle who touched you when you were a kid.
Hellboy must have just shown her his canary.
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