Girls never go for the sensitive type. Better luck next time Jesus.
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------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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Girls never go for the sensitive type. Better luck next time Jesus.
Not many people know that Michelangelo’s first version of the Sistine Chapel was just one big God orgy. Hot God on God action. And it was pretty hot. But then the pope and the cardinals all got involved and turned it into the middle school make out party we see today.
God can’t just live out in the wide open and the devil wasn’t making any money, so the hide & seek began. Shame, Guilt & other Milton Bradley games came into being. This is how Ouroboros, the tail eater, became the tail dragger, covering up its own tracks. We needed something to do until the real big game, IE. The Superbowl was on.
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Happy Birthday duality
Thats one way to get into heaven.
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Sit your ass down and finish your coke, unless you want this to be YOUR last supper
This is my all-time favorite Caravaggio!
Wow! Jesus has still got it.
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