it's not allllll about canepari...

widmer thinks this is funny. so do I.
widmer thinks he is a good photographer. so do i.





don't forget about canepari.

selleck forever.

the target seeking bullet gun.

the 35th greatest fictional weapon of all time.
find out where selleck's moustache landed on that list by clicking on it. i promise no more selleck.
for now.

bloody knuckle

kool moe dee. thanksgiving edition.

gizzard.
heart.
turkey neck.
floppy, dark purple liver.
large cavity.
feathers.
quills.
tweezers.
needle nose pliers.
and my favoritefavorite...
visible, little, pale knobs of fat.
boom.
n.i.n.a.
now you all know why i make scrunchy faces when i'm taking pictures...
it's genetic.

master.
blaster.
is it more the D.O.C. than kool moe??

pre-voice box that is.
by the way, good for him for trying a comeback and all, but a rapper with a voicebox??
gangster for sure but also sort of creepy in a hospice sort of way.
like your great aunt shirley that had the oxygen tank and smelled like old flowers.

gobble.
gobble.
gobble.

masticulation.

i hate my blahg.

i wish this were my blog.
sort of.
well not really.
sometimes.
meshugana?

bloody knuckle

bloody knuckle

jack palance saved my life.

miss me?

back from walkabout and i got stories.
but i want to do it right so stand still and be patient.
it's worth the wait.
the numbers are staggering.
1 camel purchased.
1 long walk.
1 sexy blister.
1 camel sold.
alright maybe not staggering, or even mildly impressive for that matter, but i still promise hijinx and foulplay.

so wait.
i'll need time to gather my thoughts and straighten my hair.

in the meantime, knuckleduster walks the line as always.

bobby fucking fisher

.i'm gone.

.i'm walking across the earth with this guy.

.maybe i'll be back.

.maybe i won't.

.either way, i'd check back in about 2 weeks.

.don't forget about me.

canepari