Three Pears, three pairs, 3 X 2=6, threesome times two, six-tom, sex-a-ton, burn calories, hunger, pear, two more, and that makes three pears.

This is my brain:

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Matrix Shit

Earlier this week - as in yesterday - I tweeted/status-ed/attempted to propagate the following through the Internet: 
"It's a hipster anomaly to like every single print from a roll of film. I mean like Matrix shit."

Directions to my soul: Up the stairs to the left. 

Case in point, my summer 2011 Fisheye & Oktomat pictures are a paradoxical anomalous mass of beautiful brights and sunshine. 

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