Can't see my junk.
My new friends.
Look ma I’m an artist.
Flash ah ha.
I’m plastic fantastic.
Set list.
Berlin maze.
Free Pussy Riot.
More time alone in a hotel room.
My feet hurt.
Swedish castle outside my window.
In her semi-autobiographical rock opera, Peaches Does Herself, the incendiary performance artist culled footage from a 10-date concert stint in her adopted home of Berlin. Naturally, we wanted to know what would happen if PEACHES shot herself.
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