Sunday, August 21, 2011

The Cabinet Of The Discreet Charm Of The Red Psalm Ecstasy Of La Belle Puce Blood Of A Koyaanisqatsi Poet Sans Soleil No. 1


Camus' sister didn't have nice boobs like that, I'm tellin' ya.

6 comments:

misterarthur said...

hahahahahaaha! Great find. Albert Camus died in a car crash, in a Facel Vega driven by his publisher.

vanderleun said...

More boobs. Less Emo.

Casey Klahn said...

Words cannot describe my angst, now.

SippicanCottage said...

Arthur! I bet Camus was happy for the first time in his life, serene in the knowledge that although he must leave this mortal coil, it was worth it to kill a publisher.

Gerard- She has two. That's my limit.

Casey- If words fail, you can always defecate on a canvas while smoking gauloises.

Sam L. (the desolate) said...

The Angst of angst! I am so, so Desolate!

vanderleun said...

Desolate thee not.

Consider the angst of the Sippican who has a two breast limit and must thus consign himself to a lifetime of reacharounds!