Monday, April 18, 2005

On the Matter of The War on Everything

We have put the Hangover in it's place and have begun to reassemble the prior night's improprieties, dark customs and lewd gravity. The lewdest of gravity.

Be it known to all that Self-Esteem was not present, nor was Personal Responsibly, Wise Judgment or Good Taste. We know that you all looked like assholes, danced like assholes and made no excuses for being insanely drunk fuckwads bent on having your hopes and genitals soaked in sambuca, the imagined sweat of Morrissey and runny eyeliner.

And what is truly better than knowing these things, is proving it:

Gallery One
Gallery Two
Gallery Three
Gallery Four
Gallery Five
Gallery Six
Gallery Seven
Gallery Eight
Gallery Nine

No comments: