Friday, September 23, 2011

Intermezzo

Darkthroning is good for the soul. Laughter is for weirdos. 


















Once little plastic evergreens were eagles.



















Where the Space Casino will dump deadbeats.
























Competing with the shoe store in Guinness's longest abandonment.



















All glory to the Hypnotoad.
























Or this one.



















How can I not smoke if you won't let me in?
























For my safety, I'm sure.



















Let it be said that our corruption is nothing if not professional.
























Spooky noochies.
























Probably toxic.
























Someone needs to grow up.



















When guns are outlawed, I guess it's rock-paper-scissors.



















Oh, grate.



















To not just yours, but everyone's mother.



















Where no one could hear, dumbass.



















Not these shitty photos, that's for sure.
























Check.
























And mate.

9 comments:

Laura said...

Hmmm, Cleveland has some very interesting spots, doesn't it.
And, your pictures are NOT shitty.

So .... there. :)

((Hugs))
Laura

anne said...

, .,your wife looks kind of cool..,that is your wife ..fence behaving isn't it ?.. ... hello mushrooming man ..said the fleur.. .

anne said...

oh ..forgetting what i meant to say (..i like wandering and looking at things more than you do ..i got my mind stuck on looking too closely down a hole .. ) what i meant to say also was ..justin got those pawn tats on his arm..

Beach Bum said...

Let it be said that our corruption is nothing if not professional.

From the highest levels of the federal government and Corporate America to the damn local dogcatcher and convenience store worker.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

They're not letting you in because you might smoke. Or even combust, thanks to interactions of various medications/chemicals.
~

S.W. Anderson said...

What's with the fence on which leaning is prohibited? What better way to ensure people will lean on the fence than to put that sign on it.

What happens when people inevitably do lean on the fence? Do surveillance cameras alert Clevelandistan's constabulary to rush over, wielding batons to disperse the scofflaws?

Sheesh.

susan said...

'When guns are outlawed, I guess it's rock-paper-scissors.'

I couldn't help but laugh so I guess I know what category I've joined.

Randal Graves said...

laura, eh, I can still think of better angles I could have used, especially given that it was post-rain, textures were more interesting than usual.

anne, the sometimes-better-half? No, 'tis the Duchess. Never spent a dime on tattoos; wouldn't know what I'd want with permanence.

BB, thanks, 7-11, for ruining America with your oh so sugary Slurpees.

if, I'm sure the authorities had a good reason for locking that stairwell, like it led to the underground chamber where the kickbacks are kept before dispersal.

SWA, their twisted logic would be understandable if the fence was rickety, which it wasn't, but if it was, why have it up in the first place when a mere strong gust, not unheard of in autumnal Clevelandia, would blow the house down? Oh little pigs, little pigs.

susan, it's forgiven that you're now officially Canadian, & thus, by definition, odd. Difficult being part of the only normal nation on the continent, let me tell you.

Jim H. said...

Bravura performance