Friday, June 20, 2008

Rock v. Hard Place

Guido and I have it pretty rough. When we're onstage trapped in the middle of the Pack, we have no escape from intimidating visions such as these.




Psychotherapy, meditation, yoga, drugs, ECT, and really dark sunglasses have helped a little, but these days we're tapping into the astro-numeric forces of the benificent universe, hoping the magical number "37" will unlock the space gash and free our minds of crotch-shot anxiety forever.

2 comments:

The Devas said...

It looks like 73... is that because the picture is backwards? Or the camera lens was on? Or do he beneficent forces of the universe read right to left?

Anonymous said...

I would like to know more about Battlestar Galactica, and how the Brat Pack is preparing to deal with its conclusion.