More seriously, there is one photo where a skinny chick is juxtaposed with brawny (also see, "unnatural") weight lifter types. That provoked. I don't understand that extreme kind of weight lifting, and I don't understand that extreme kind of dieting, and perhaps it reflects the broader Generation Xtreme that, tragically, characterizes my generation (I just turned 29).
The two dogs (I think Deutschland shepherds, yes?) snarling was another I enjoyed, a sort of carnal snapshot of the canine world. The wrath of nature frozen in time. Wrath, in that canine sense, stemming from (possibly) what is unknown, or what is feared. Or maybe they are just fucking hungry. I get that way when my stomach is empty.
Molly clearly thinks Wes (the old man) is swooning toward the heavens, possibly thinking about his irretrievable youth, or what will happen when mortality finally knocks. It's important, however, not to think too hard (no pun intended — they never are) about a picture.
Now, of course, Wes is looking up. Although this suggests he's possibly looking toward the cosmos, in reality he's noticed the water stain on the ceiling has been getting increasingly bigger. Because he's as old as Baby Boomer (an older one), though, he has no interest in getting his balls fondled by Molly: they haven't worked for years! They might have worked, but Wes is a widower to a midwestern American wife, and their subconscious Puritanical upbringing only allowed Wes coitus, after the first year of marriage, once a month. Wes had to preoccupy himself with other interests as the years wore on in his marriage — and believe me, if he's interested in water stains instead of the boobs of a young woman, this has been going on for quite some time (stay with me here).
Instead, Wes took an interest in home renovation, and in the pic he is wondering if the stain will require some anti-mold paint, or if he can just paint over it, but if he does, the damn thing will certainly return. It's truly a conundrum.
Molly continues wondering what existentialist crisis Wes is going through. Molly's boy-toy is thinking about how cool he looks, and who he's going to bang tomorrow.
Yeah, kinda artsy-fartsy. But some of them work in a kinds odd way. The very first one you'd think has Alfred Hitchcock yet roamng this world....The one I found most amusing was near the end with the two Prussian Helgas and the little violinist.
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Kind of artsy-fartsy, but interesting, nevertheless.
What's artsy-fartsy mean ?
I liked the photos with the boobs.
More seriously, there is one photo where a skinny chick is juxtaposed with brawny (also see, "unnatural") weight lifter types. That provoked. I don't understand that extreme kind of weight lifting, and I don't understand that extreme kind of dieting, and perhaps it reflects the broader Generation Xtreme that, tragically, characterizes my generation (I just turned 29).
The two dogs (I think Deutschland shepherds, yes?) snarling was another I enjoyed, a sort of carnal snapshot of the canine world. The wrath of nature frozen in time. Wrath, in that canine sense, stemming from (possibly) what is unknown, or what is feared. Or maybe they are just fucking hungry. I get that way when my stomach is empty.
Molly Watching Wes (#21) is pretty good. How would you caption that?
Molly clearly thinks Wes (the old man) is swooning toward the heavens, possibly thinking about his irretrievable youth, or what will happen when mortality finally knocks. It's important, however, not to think too hard (no pun intended — they never are) about a picture.
Now, of course, Wes is looking up. Although this suggests he's possibly looking toward the cosmos, in reality he's noticed the water stain on the ceiling has been getting increasingly bigger. Because he's as old as Baby Boomer (an older one), though, he has no interest in getting his balls fondled by Molly: they haven't worked for years! They might have worked, but Wes is a widower to a midwestern American wife, and their subconscious Puritanical upbringing only allowed Wes coitus, after the first year of marriage, once a month. Wes had to preoccupy himself with other interests as the years wore on in his marriage — and believe me, if he's interested in water stains instead of the boobs of a young woman, this has been going on for quite some time (stay with me here).
Instead, Wes took an interest in home renovation, and in the pic he is wondering if the stain will require some anti-mold paint, or if he can just paint over it, but if he does, the damn thing will certainly return. It's truly a conundrum.
Molly continues wondering what existentialist crisis Wes is going through. Molly's boy-toy is thinking about how cool he looks, and who he's going to bang tomorrow.
In all, it's another good photo as it has boobs.
Yeah that's one of my favorites. I really like the incongruity of the situations she sets up.
The woman with the donkey is hilarious too (#2).
Nightmarish. Kill.
The woman with the donkey is hilarious too (#2).
If looking at it for a while, one realizes why Mongolians also call us Euro-Americans "Horse-heads."
Yeah, kinda artsy-fartsy. But some of them work in a kinds odd way. The very first one you'd think has Alfred Hitchcock yet roamng this world....The one I found most amusing was near the end with the two Prussian Helgas and the little violinist.
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