Dash Snow Died.

No one knows him. That's ok. He never needed that. The world has lost the most brutally nonchalant of honest artists, a free spirited anarchist who never cared what we called him anyway. In an age chained together by money, fame and overdressed mediocrity,

I am backblogged by weeks.

And?

“When it comes down to it,” says McGinley, “Dash is wild, a wild kid. I have my moments. But for me, it’s always sort of about creating a fantasy. It’s like the life I wish that I was living. For Dash, it’s really the life.”

"That magic flash of insanity, framed and for sale."

We seem to be losing alot of Brilliant Souls recently.