Lucky Luck Prisoner
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 7:08 AM
Friday, January 06, 2006
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- Name: tearful dishwasher
- Location: U.S. Outlying Islands
Fully engaged in the whole catastrophe
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7 Comments:
Where do you get these rockin' images?
Christine-
I make 'em. Digital camera and Photoshop and
I'm off to the races.
yrs-
tearful
prisoner of love. yes.
one kind of love anyway.
Yeah. It's all in how you look at it.
Maybe.
Is that a rose, or a claw? Or a maw?
Is that luck? Or fuck?
Are the faces blurred, features erased because both molester and victim lose their identies when this terrible, unforgivable crime is committed?
These are the questions one keeps asking oneself upon considering what is a seemingly or intitially benign image.
Monsters never look like monsters, do they?
Laurel-
Again, it's all in how you look at it, I suppose. I think one good thing about a picture is if it can make you question what you are seeing or thinking and feeling about what you're seeing.
Or not.
yrs-
tearful
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