Well...I recently pulled this out for a friend, and being as I am in some kind of creative mind crunch I thought I would just recycle. I am a recycler by nature you see. I worked at a goddamned book store called RECYCLOPEDIA fer crissakkes. How fucking clever is that? We had books and they were recycled and a rad clientele - Michael McKean actually browsed our shelves - fucking SPINAL TAP adoration almost threatened to suffocate my cool veneer. And well, we sold these recycled books. In Venice, CA. Recyclopedia - get it?!?! Right next to Mo's Two Frugal Brits on Lincoln Blvd (that is another story all together - my friend MO and her British craziness and store in which one June Cleavage meets Heidi Fleiss).
Hence - recycled art from years gone by coz I am lazy and tired and old:
Hence - recycled art from years gone by coz I am lazy and tired and old:
yossarian_22:
I love it! Especially--but not limited to--the final stanza.
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