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Home decorating your revolutionary pride in Concord, MA.
Naturey and reflective self-portrait, thinking about deep stuff and stuff.
I'd read this book based on the headshot alone.
The follow-up, "3,500 Bad Jokes You Keep To Yourself" didn't sell too well.
Parallelograms or, as I Iike to call them starting now, drunktangles.
Cave In at the Middle East Downstairs, 11/22/09.
I moved. And also I just realized I've posted a photo every day for more than a year now. Thank you for checking them out.
I like the asymmetry of the face.
Look at the little slice of pizza etched into the window-fog in the upper left-hand corner. It's a miracle!
BEW!
Framing was always a problem of mine.
If you've ever watched The Wire, Baltimore looks exactly like that, even from the train. Everything in view is sad and corroded. At one point we passed a bunch of guys fighting pitbulls behind a warehouse near the tracks. Every person I saw on the streets was kind of teetering slowly along, looking dumbfounded. Maybe I just passed through on an off day.
A mouse died in this alley once, by the hands of Christian and me, and a discarded nighttable. It was for the best, the mouse was stuck in a glue trap that the exterminator had set. But it was pretty upsetting. What psycho invented glue traps anyway? He should be laid on one in this alley, with a wheel of cheese on his lap.
T-shirt was not purchased during actual tour.
I checked as best I could, but I don't think there were any eggs.
Vermont, literally.
The mirror makes this picture.
Roger and Kevin doing their best Wii faces.
Bread truck rocks. Lawnmower.
A plum a day keeps you cute.
It actually said NO FUN, but I cropped it because having FUN is where it's at. Having NO FUN is somewhere else, and it's lame there.
Matt's Freddy Mercury legs.