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venomsreviews · 2 years
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Hsiao Yu in Bloody Parrot (1981) 蕭玉在《血鸚鵡》
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venomous-five · 3 years
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Hsiao Yu in Flag of Iron (1980)
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wonderfulgood · 9 years
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Wonderfulgood have been bestowed this lovely hand drawn & screen printed gift by the ever so lovely London based Hsiao Yu. This delectable calendar brings us into the new year with a delight for our eyes. A terrific excuse to keep checkin' up on the upcoming Wonderfulgood events in store for 2 0 1 5.
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Flag of Iron (1980)
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Flag of Iron (1980)
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Flag of Iron (1980)
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Crippled Avengers (1978)
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Ten Tigers of Kwangtung (1979)
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venomous-five · 4 years
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Ten Tigers of Kwangtung (1979)
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Ten Tigers of Kwangtung (1979)
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Ten Tigers of Kwangtung (1979) || B-Tier Venom Puppy Pile
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Masked Avengers (1981)
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Masked Avengers (1981)
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wonderfulgood · 10 years
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Forehand by D.L. Costello
Artwork by Hsiao Yu
They were standing on a small patch of grass by the side of the road facing away from the white-painted cottages. He watched parents drive their children down to the beach seeing their animated expressions through the car windows. His friend stared intently at his phone having become easily distracted from their conversation, cutting him off mid-sentence to focus on an urgent message from the city. They wouldn’t be alone for long, he thought. Fresh beads of sweat were creeping slowly down his face as he rubbed his hand over his crew cut, worried that his scalp would burn in the sun. He glanced at his borrowed racket, twisting the rough edges of the red-tape grip that was slightly discoloured in his hand becoming disheartened at the thought of chasing Patrick’s superior strokes around a shade less court for the afternoon. He had been so grateful for the invitation down to the beach house, if only for a week. It was a welcome retreat from rotting in the leaden atmosphere of Dublin where he had lost count of the days, angry at himself for being so bored. At the same time, he was clinging to every passing minute as August approached. With August came thoughts of school and dreary weather. 
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