I think I need to do this.
Pretty much what my reaction would be. Can’t miss a shot, damnit!
In best pillows dalia, horned and razed, on the haymound is where I rented most of my plays. Grillin’ out masticating, feeling all chewed, and I’m pollutin’ the town hall from inside with my poo…
That’s about right.
The second coming of Christ will be in Mianus. And that’s good, because Mianus has been pretty rough for a few years now. Parent’s have been hard up trying to keep their children from losing their way in Mianus.
Damn, this happens to me all of the time!
What just about every scene kid and hipster under the age of 25 calls themselves these days. Many own Canon Rebel xtis and rely heavily on cropping and Photoshop filters to give their otherwise mundane photos an “artsy” feel. It is also not uncommon to see them wielding Lomography cameras (usually a Holga, now that they’re sold at Urban Outfitters) on any given day. Typically, these “photographers” cite Diane Arbus, Robert Mapplethorpe, or, in the case of those Vice Magazine devotees, Terry Richardson, Cobrasnake, or Richard Kern, as major influences, because they couldn’t name any other photographers to save their lives.
The typical subjects of their photographs include, but are not limited to: pidgeon-toed girls in Converse that have been drawn on with ballpoint pens and/or Sharpies, flowers/weeds growing out of cracks in sidewalks, juxtapositions of objects that typically don’t go together (in one such case, a Queen of Hearts playing card on a cracked sidewalk), a girl who looks like something out of an American Apparel ad smoking a cigarette, decaying buildings, and just about anything that looks “vintage” (ie, yellowing washing machines in a laundromat).