Herein Clark inspects and is subsequently quite impressed by the girth of a large, veiny black dildo.
Clark re-enacts Grant Wood’s Depression-era masterpiece with the aid of an angry lumberjack. Clark is unimpressed by the significance of the subject of his parody, perhaps the most famous piece of 20th century American art.
Clark stares into the VW bus’ heady abyss, his thoughts struggling to surface through through the internal fog. One day, his brain stutters, I’ll be tumblr famous, too.
Clark heaves a sigh of disillusionment; life in the working class just isn’t what it used to be.
Clark thoughtfully stums out a C 6th chord, or an Am 7th, or a G add9 sus4 6th no5, or whatever else the online guitar chord finder tells you that thing is because you never paid attention in music theory.
Clark reclines in the light of the country sun, closely scrutinizing the heirloom his father has handed him; he, too, will pursue the ancient art of battōjutsu.
Just spent two days in the country with Clark and a roll of film.
1:43 Jun 22nd, 2012 | 4 notes
Hoo babies you’d best pray for CVS not to fuck this shit up.
