Tim Leibbrandt

Tim Leibbrandt was born in the hamlet of Grahamstown in the mid-1900's, Timothy's father was a lecturer in Film and Media Studies, and his mother was a small doormouse. He succeeded in the art world in a way that no other had done before. He brought together Conceptualist and Commercial art so that the two were united in a fight to rid society of all their money and educate them and at the same time. Made possible with the power of the Stuckists.

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*Life *Work *Death *Corruption Charges *Cult Following

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A Michaelis Graduate who skipped the last two years of his four-year course, and then preceded to aquire a degree or diploma in every known course in art theory, Tim Leibbrandt is one of the few female geniuses of our time. A lover once described his character as a mixture of rosewater and methylated spirits.

Tim's astoundingly beautiful long hair inspired comments throughout his career, especially during various painting classes, where nude models would spontaneously jump at him, despite Tim's very old-fashioned sense of decorum.

After overdosing on caffine one day, certain unmentionable events took place and Tim was inspired to transform from male to female. According to popular belief, the monstrous events of the night included Tim calling on the Tikki gods ultimate life insurance.

Tim doesn't like funky new rave on lying by the pool or pretty cocktails. You can find him in obs or Jo'burg or doing work. because even though he was born a long long time ago he is still alive and likes to party party.

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 * Life

(Are You Ready)

If you ain't got no money take yo'broke ass home You say: If you ain't got no money take yo'broke ass home G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

[B-Section:] We flyin' first class Up in the sky Poppin' champagne Livin' my life In the fast lane And I wont change By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[Verse:] Wear them gold and diamonds rings All them things don't mean a thing Chaperons and limousines Shopping for expensive things I be on the movie screens Magazines and boogie scenes I'm not clean, I'm not pristine I'm no queen, I'm no machine I still go to Taco Bell Drive through, raw as hell I don't care, I'm still real No matter how many records I sell After the show or after the Grammies I like to go cool out with the family Sippin', reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang

And now I'm in...

[B-Section:] first class Up in the sky Poppin' champagne Livin' my life In the fast lane And I won't change By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous

By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[Ludacris:] I'm talking Champagne wishes, caviar dreams You deserve nothing but all the finer things Now this whole world has no clue what to do with us I've got enough money in the bank for the two of us Brother gotta keep enough lettuce To support your shoe fetish Lifestyles so rich and famous Robin Leach will get jealous Half a million for the stones Taking trips from here to Rome So If you ain't got no money take yo'broke ass home G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

[B-Section:] We flyin' first class Up in the sky Poppin' champagne Livin' the life In the fast lane And I wont change By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy

[Verse:] I got problems up to here I've got people in my ear Telling me these crazy things That I don't want to know I've got money in the bank And I'd really like to thank All the fans, I'd like to thank Thank you really though Cause I remember yesterday When I dreamt about the days When I'd rock on MTV, that be really dope Damn, It's been a long road And the industry is cold I'm glad my daddy tell me so he let his daughter know.

(If you ain't got no money, take your broke ass home) My daddy told me so (I said, If you ain't got no money, take your broke ass home) He let his daughter know (If you ain't got no money, take your broke ass home) My daddy told me so (If you ain't got no money, take your broke ass home) He let his daughter know

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Quiet
 * Work

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 * Death

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 * Cult Following

Some. Among his closest frinds. We don't like to tell people about it.