I watched with glee while your kings and queens, fought for ten decades for the gods they made. I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedys?", when after all it was you and me. So let me please introduce myself, I am a man of wealth and taste. And I lay traps for troubadours, who get killed before they reach Bombay. Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, but what's puzzling you, is the nature of my game.
-Rolling Stones
2 comments:
so is satan a ghost? pic look more like mad hater or dr jykle
Ouch...this archer knows his stuff. Look out Raystown Lake -- nothing is safe, even the 'Wanted' posters around town. If you look closely, you can see Webb running through the brush dodging oncoming slings of revelry. Once you smoke it, rump jerky could come from anything, even human remains. Nice idea of collage technique.
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