Monday, January 3, 2011


Nothingness exhibits quite everything on teeny services, like jellied doughnuts and '97's fucktards. Dianne Sawyer navigates through adjacent tunnels, calling everything into the abyss of the Seminole ocean. Sweetly deceiving by simultaneous sunbursts, God painted. Lively frescoes adorn chimneys in most abundant homes. Mountainous grasses ablaze. Children screaming diligently because Frankie-says-relax.