|02-01-2007, 06:50 PM||#2143 (permalink)|
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: North Carolina
Here's what I look like, from a much lower quality camera than tom's camera. And I don't know how to make them smaller, sorry.
I was a bit drunk, hence the stupefied look on my face. And I don't like the Yankees, it was some guys hat I was wearing.
It was spoused to be imitating Captain Morgen, but I was pretty freaked that the fountain was going to tip over at the time
This is probably the most recent picture of me, hangin' out wit all the tigers that roam Florida.
"it is only through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect that a certain type of perfection can be attained"
|02-01-2007, 06:58 PM||#2144 (permalink)|
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
its toight like a tiger
We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.