angry midget, jumping in circles. i’ve just spent a fascinating morning eating mochi, japanese beancakes, and running into the concrete walls of my flat. One chipped incisor and swollen forehead later, i am still no closer to uncovering the secrets contained within the holy sardine can. i guess it’s vanity to assume that anything that is unearthed beneath a red ‘x’ in an abandoned lot in west-side baltimore that you find after following a sketchy-looking ‘treasure map’ drawn in crayon by some kid who sat at the next table while you were eating a cheap dinner at TGIFridays, would hold something besides rotten fish and tetanus. viva la noise! this is me running around the inner harbor naked!
Sometimes real treasure is burdened deeper. The digger should not be satisfied with the first thing he uncovers, because there might well be more down below…
Is the picture taken from the front or rear?
someone have had shro0o… . . :DDDD