Thursday, November 3, 2011

High fashion


















I'm too ugly for this shot. That's why you don't see my feet.




















Clevelandia rocks. Sort of. Maybe. Not really.
























Guess the target demographic.



















Dear Downtown Cleveland Alliance, where are all the twentysomething cracker professionals we see in your videos? Curious, the Peonage.



















Plugged in. Take that, fucking drum circle hippies.



















Gotta learn what to do with pools of vomit sometime.



















Sure, you're in the strip joint to save their souls, sure.



















Lo, & beholdeth, what, er, lay yon next to naked ladies?



















Getting ready to poll the electorate next door.
























No, the other next door.
























Verily, I do fear the theft of my monocle whilst I sleep.



















This might have been interesting if we weren't strolling through one of the least interesting parts of Clevelandia & keep your tired smarmy to yourself --
























-- we know we're a broken burg. We know.
























Rock Against Fun.
 























Lemmy's Clevelandia hideout. Don't believe me?



















Indeed it does, Mr. Kilmister, indeed it does.



















Stairway to hell.



















You killed my father. Prepare to die.
























Yay autumn.



















Yay alcohol.
























Their chilling & thrilling is not my chilling & thrilling.

9 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Sure, you're in the strip joint to save their souls, sure.

BUSTED.
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Jim H. said...

I worry about the Masons; they're only one step removed from the Knights Templar. Their restoration could prove disastrous for our democracy. And why are they getting mixed up with the Royal Air Force. Conspiracy in Clevelandia! Occupy! Occupy!

[And it's Inigo. Derp. But you knew that.]

Liberality said...

So many of them are plugged in and disconnected. Me, now I am only addicted to my laptop and I am only on there about 4 hours a day so I can throw all the rocks I want! :)

Randal Graves said...

if, we may be broken, but it's a sexy broken.

jim, do not sleep on Pink Gorilla, there's a reason I've documented their existence.

[hey man, I clearly can't choose the poetic license in front of me]

liberality, violence solves nothing unless it's a well-placed punch to the temple.

susan said...

There is nobility in the peonage not found in the technocrati.

S.W. Anderson said...

Randal, surely a down-at-the-heels city core isn't the whole Clevelandistan story.
There must be upscale, bling-festooned mediocrity aplenty in outlying areas. So, how about venturing forth into new venues, where the Wendy's and McD's sprout like blemishes on Herman "I Didn't Say/Do That" Cain's record?

Beach Bum said...

Clevelandia rocks. Sort of. Maybe. Not really.


My son is going to the Myrtle Beach "House of Blues" with his girlfriend and her parents tomorrow. If I went to a HOB's I probably pick Cleveland's because while Myrtle Beach never had any class even for a tourist destination on the coast of Redneckistan it is now so expensive I've told my boy he would have to pay the finance charges on whatever meal he has tomorrow.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Library pixies.

How come you never take pictures of the library pixies, R.G.?
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Randal Graves said...

susan, I'm not obliged to be nice to anyone, am I?

SWA, look man, sadly I live near a mall, & by extension, 752 fast food joints, so if you don't mind, sniff, sob, curls up in a ball.

BB, you have to tell him that only fools pay for the overpriced crap. Spend the money on band merch, help them buy another gallon of petrol.

if, BECAUSE I SACRIFICED THEM ALL TO SATAN.