There is only one way I can respond to such a sarcastic remark: And that is to confess that yes, that is not the picture you might not have been looking for.
I love your Blog, very interesting!! My name is Phil W Little and I’m the author of Hostile Intent and Hell In a Briefcase You are more than welcome to visit my page.
quilly: My dreams are always so crazy. Last night I dreamt that I went to the grocery store. When I got there there was food everywhere. So I bought what I could afford, putting much of it into my refridge! j.
While your psychedelic post exhibits the technical mastery of say, an MFA carrying gal poet, I'm surprised by its lack of unspecific emotional honesty.
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Are you sure this isn't some sort of political comment on Abu Garib? Poor Superman, being subjected to torturous humiliation from Owen Wilson!!
For shame Hollywood elitism, for SHAME!
Damn Liberal Media software!
Re: Lao PDR - I was not kidding.
Is that the heavily photoshopped picture that accentuates your hipster, non-nerdniess that I have been waiting for all these months? ;)
Comrade K: I dont have a political bone in my body (Unless being a Jeffersonian Marxist is political.) J.
Hey Bilious! Thanks for commenting! Please don't hurt me! J!
There is only one way I can respond to such a sarcastic remark: And that is to confess that yes, that is not the picture you might not have been looking for.
I sometimes confuse Owen Wilson with Tolstoi.
The bright blue bookshelf was fetching.
Why do you have a box over your head when we already know what you look like?
Jenn! That is not a box---It is a breadmaker, indeed, THE breadmaker. j.
Breadmaker? As in beer breadmaker?
Okay, I just wanted to make sure. I'll keep waiting...
Justin -- if this is your reality, what is the decor of your dreams?
jenn: Could there be any other? j.
I love your Blog, very interesting!!
My name is Phil W Little and
I’m the author of Hostile Intent and Hell In a Briefcase
You are more than welcome to visit my page.
Detective Matt
Cooper.blogspot.com
quilly: My dreams are always so crazy. Last night I dreamt that I went to the grocery store. When I got there there was food everywhere. So I bought what I could afford, putting much of it into my refridge! j.
While your psychedelic post exhibits the technical mastery of say, an MFA carrying gal poet, I'm surprised by its lack of unspecific emotional honesty.
I leave your blog curiously amused.
Its actually a really cool photo. You've got mad photoshop skills.
Gosh, I thought my drugs had worn off.
Excellent Photoshop work, friend.
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