I think today is a great day to say that I have felt a lot like this over the past week:
I thought I was pregnant. But I’m not.
Laurel Canyon Blvd.
On the eve of Halloween 2009, in the theme of all things gruesome, I offer you this portraiture. Poor chicken. Sick artist. What is the statement here?
This does kind of make me want to stop eating chicken. If it’s statement is that vegetarianism doesn’t kill animals, then maybe I’m sold here. Actually thinking of their bloody carcass does have a way of making the appetite wander.
NO SAINTS IN L.A. 