"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Friday, July 3, 2009
Looking down, looking up
War of the Worlds. Hotel suckers with $15 glasses of plonk. Looks like they can go up to five levels of cars.
Who doesn't love a water tower? Or two? That's Yin on the left, Yang on the right.
War of the Worlds.
Hotel suckers with $15 glasses of plonk.
Looks like they can go up to five levels of cars.
Who doesn't love a water tower? Or two? That's Yin on the left, Yang on the right.
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