Visited The Museum of Hopeless Expectations yesterday. This was my favourite exhibit.
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8 comments:
evitisop kniht
bleh
if ever there was a museum created solely for the amusement of humans..
..I daresay this is it.
I think the green one is lime flavored.
but the black ones are my favorite.
so glad my crazy dreams gave you a mood change. i'm pretty sure that's what you meant and not nancy's funeral.
But is it ART?
is it art?
I thought it was an ancient well-preserved, artifact.
Happiness IS an art.
An art that I find increasingly eludes me.
art, mr p, rhymes with fart. if that clarifies things any.
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