I like the relationships. I mean, each character has his own story. The puppy is a bit too much, but you have to over look things like that in these kinds of paintings. The way he's *holding* her... it's almost... filthy. I mean, he's about to kiss her and she's pulling away. The way the leg's sort of smashed up against her... Phew... Look how he's painted the blouse sort of translucent. You can just make out her breasts underneath and it's sort of touching him about here. It's really... pretty torrid, don't you think? Then of course you have the onlookers peeking at them from behind the doorway like they're all shocked. They wish. Yeah, I must admit, when I see a painting like this, I get emotionally... erect.
Do I wish I was somebody else right now. Somebody not... married, not madly in love with a beautiful woman who can kill me with her pinkie!
Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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Pix - Mar 23, 2005 8:34:54 am PST #696 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Connie Neil - Mar 23, 2005 8:35:21 am PST #697 of 10002
brillig
And cancel Christmas!
Kathy A - Mar 23, 2005 8:37:17 am PST #698 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
"Now I have a machine gun. Ho-ho-ho."
Dana - Mar 23, 2005 8:38:16 am PST #699 of 10002
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
t adores Kristin
Walk? In L.A.?
Pix - Mar 23, 2005 8:40:56 am PST #700 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Harris: Well, I was thinking of taking you on a cultural tour of L.A.
Sara: That's the first ten minutes, then what? >Harris: All right, a cynic. First stop is six blocks from here.
Sara: Why don't we walk?
Harris: Walk? A walk in L.A.?
DANA! I swear I was about to post this.
t adores Dana back
Tom Scola - Mar 23, 2005 8:40:56 am PST #701 of 10002
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500
Allan: That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollack, isn't it?
Museum Girl: Yes, it is.
Allan: What does it say to you?
Museum Girl: It restates the negativeness of the universe. The hideous lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. The predicament of Man forced to live in a barren, Godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void with nothing but waste, horror and degradation, forming a useless bleak straitjacket in a black absurd cosmos.
Allan: What are you doing Saturday night?
Museum Girl: Committing suicide.
Allan: What about Friday night?
JZ - Mar 23, 2005 8:41:08 am PST #702 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Welcome to downtown Coolsville! Population: us.
Steph L. - Mar 23, 2005 8:41:17 am PST #703 of 10002
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Well, sometimes I get the menstrual cramps *real* hard.
Betsy HP - Mar 23, 2005 8:43:15 am PST #704 of 10002
If I only had a brain...
It was great seeing Annie again and I realized what a terrific person she was and how much fun it was just knowing her and I thought of that old joke, you know, the, this, this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, 'Doc, uh, my brother's crazy, he thinks he's a chicken,' and uh, the doctor says, 'well why don't you turn him in?' And the guy says, 'I would, but I need the eggs.' Well, I guess that's pretty much now how I feel about relationships. You know, they're totally irrational and crazy and absurd and, but uh, I guess we keep going through it...because...most of us need the eggs.
Aims - Mar 23, 2005 8:43:30 am PST #705 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
(JZ - the face that Dean makes while under water after The Gian jumps in the lake - priceless)
SOOPERMAAAN!