Downtown Clevelandia, some Saturday whilst waiting for the Wheelie Bus. Technicolor is the heart & mind, but all that ever comes out is black & white.
Tomorrow, another self-portrait, are you fucking kidding me?
I know life's a bummer baby, but that's got precious little to do with me
Downtown Clevelandia, some Saturday whilst waiting for the Wheelie Bus. Technicolor is the heart & mind, but all that ever comes out is black & white.
Posted by Randal Graves at 9:00 AM
Labels: ansel's spinning corpse, cleveland, the internets
8 comments:
Poetry in images and words. You'd make Ansel proud.
You're almost over the finish line, R.G.
I can hear the celebratory tunage already.
P.S. Very nice pic!
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lisa, I don't know, I think I need more facial hair to be a true acolyte.
if, then it's back to full-time slack. You kids love the death metal, right?
That is a gorgeous picture!
You're one of those people that do everything well, aren't you?
((Hugs))
Laura
Oh, "full-time slack" you say?
It's October 14th, and I've got 5 whole posts up (and only because I just published one in the last 10 minutes).
I blame Ohio (and fish, of course).
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laura, if you discount the 98% of things I suck at, then yes.
if, sir, whereas you likely work while at your job, I do not, thus 20 posts a month and the occasional verse is about my total meatworld output.
What a sky. So that's where your sunny disposition comes from.
I really like the iron fence and no-trespassing shots.
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