Couldn't imagine a better way to describe the essence of this exercise in bla-bla ... whatever-ist exorcism.
Borrowed without permission from
trainfromkansascity.blogspot.com/
(sorry, Kamn!)
Neil Armstrong meets Jesus Christ at what appears to be Superman's home. Now this is the kind of postcard I would send to my grandmother! Always new there was something fishy about that Moon landing.... see how the shades don't match a single powerful light source (i.e. the sun)? [... goblins lurking in the shadows...muhahaha ]
Other common interpretations of this could be "Tom Hanks meets Jim Caviezel at Christopher Reeve's place" Moon's the limit in terms of cast, once we're clear on the dramatis personae.
Reflect on the importance of setting up a blog in order to refrain oneself from placing ones testicles in a blender and hitting the start button out of boredom. Oh well, I guess mind IS a prison.
enjoy
2 comments:
I feel I must place an addendum: this was posted by the coffee-drinking We, not I. He of the We is the masochistic, testicle-blending bla, bla-ist. I happen to love mine.
fair enough...
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