On the one hand I wanted to get that frightening picture of Morrissey off the top of the page, but on the other hand I have nothing to say to you people at the moment, so you can see the predicament this puts us in. Instead here's a photo I took the other day walking across a nice old-timey covered bridge, just taking in the scenery, enjoying the peace and quiet and the perfect weather, thinking about whether or not some kid was lying dead down there on the rocks, his or her lifeless body just a husk of mangled meat and bone. Normal vacation stuff.
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Well if it's a dead X games wannabe that's cool. Check it brah, imma do a sick grind along the bridge railing. Our poor dead gay son and his pink bicycle.
Haha, true. At least we can hope for that.
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