Some of you gentle readers have noted the bucolic splendor of Clevelandia presented herein. I'm here to tell you, hear hear, 'tis a wee bit o' the lying eyes.
Scum city? You just made little tree cry, not that you're wrong, sometimes.
Destroyed due to the filming of Spider Man 3. Who knows what the Avengers will unleash: price gouging, the Scout Master, altered Wheelie Bus routes.
The pleasure was all mine.
Look, dammit. People, gobs of people.
"Where's the carnage you promised?"
Patience. First --
it's your weekly HOB update. BYOBow&arrow.
$29.99 for that crap is the real carnage.
Commercial entity, I greatly question your definition of metal.
Our slacker godfather! Odin be praised!
I'm the inexpensive shit of hand models.
Now that's sexy. & the girl's not bad either, badoomboom.
Who would emerge victorious in a clash of titanic suck, Charlie, Yanni?
A question for the ages.
Verily I hath told thee Cleave-landia is classie.
I don't know why they wouldn't let us take them for a spin.
Ye olde fyshynge boatt. Oh, save the burning river jokes.
Stale as expecting dums not to fellate corporate.
Still under construction? Don't be silly, that's rust belt chic.
Matt Foley's swanky new digs.
This, on the other hand, is still being remodeled. Still. Still.
No pithy, I just liked the shot, cutting a beautiful swath of ominous grey melancholia & ominous-er traffic patterns. Fucking driving texters.
Those shoes have been abandoned for years, but those holes will sure come in handy for sniping during the zombie apocalypse.
Apologies for the shakes, the smell was something fierce.
John Wayne Gacy's long-lost hideout.
Hey, pal, you're ruining the vibe.