Sunday, January 11, 2009
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Inside: Photos of eyeballs, bees, eyeballs, blue hands, and eyeballs. Also inside: Thoughts I want you to read and to live by and, when especially inspired, to set to opera. Also inside: my fight against vegetable tyranny. Just a little something I do so you don’t have to. You're welcome. Come on in and get your jibber jabber on!
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This is a sincere request, made with hope and love and flattery:
Sir, you are so talented at taking beautiful pictures of death, and gravestones, and dead pigs, and dead pigs' eyes, and things related to death, and more death; I always look forward to seeing your grim photos, knowing that they will inspire many valuable meditations on life, death, art, and beauty. Why do you squander your abilities on cheery cheer and pretty flowers? Please return to the grimness and the death. If this is impossible completely, could there perhaps be juxtaposition between the cheer and the death?
Pretty little flowers.
The horror!
Steven Taylor--
Since you posted those very fine cemetary photos, your mocking of me is forgiven.
Cool.
I strive to bring balance.
Which, I guess, means more mocking that I am forgiven...
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