This week, we kick off the week with an example of what can happen when the digitally-assaulted photographic process goes a little overboard.
Looking at the picture, you probably can’t tell that it was ever even a photograph. If you did, you probably think it’s a close-up of germs or something, taken under a microscope. It isn’t. The picture at the right? “It’s A Tree.” I took the original photo in my front yard.
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Before anyone else mentions it, yes, it does sort of look like space vomit.
Once I ate Quaker’s Oat Meal, then I went on a ride at a carnival. I got sick.
Despite my best efforts, I could not squelch my regurgitate.
You mention “space vomit”. It may be apt.
My vomit did indeed exist in space, although not of the outer variety. It was sprayed along a trailer, on top of a painting extolling the virtues of a woman – a curiously hirsute woman.
The gap-toothed, diseased-looking, unschooled workers at the carnival cursed me. In that I am less than proficient in the patois of the genetically doomed, their insults were somewhat less than comprehensible. I think they referred to me as a vagina. I gots me a dong, so I was hurted by them comments.
The world is a horrible place. I will exit it at 3:16 tomorrow afternoon. Razor bladez rule!!!!!!!
WWJD?
Jesus would never throw up.
WWBD?
Bob throws up only after having some skank frop.
You decide…