a marriage of art and atrocity.

rib into lung; head on collision.
new yorker/nsfw sometimes.

permalink Behold … the holy grail of garbage picking, lol.Mother tells me, “there’s a box of cassettes by the neighbor’s garbage.” I’m thinking to myself, “so?” But curiousity took over, and I went out in the rain to check it out. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear - only some of the finest cassettes from the 80s and early 90s, lol. Luckily, I caught them before they got wet/damaged. And lucky me - I still have a tape deck in my car, haha.

Behold … the holy grail of garbage picking, lol.

Mother tells me, “there’s a box of cassettes by the neighbor’s garbage.” I’m thinking to myself, “so?” But curiousity took over, and I went out in the rain to check it out. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear - only some of the finest cassettes from the 80s and early 90s, lol. Luckily, I caught them before they got wet/damaged. And lucky me - I still have a tape deck in my car, haha.