I’m no Norman Rockwell…


Not even a Ken. But I can’t deny the influence. (of Norman!) And I’d be happy if at least one person out there thought of me as the anti-Norman Rockwell. Just do it.


  1. I see 5 people who couldn’t be more DEtached if you paid them to be…and an alien-swiss-ball-being (green, of course!) with two legs sprouting from beneath it as it sits in a stroller…all of this weird assortment could be awaiting the return of the alien mothership to suck them back up into the heavens above and up, away from this forsaken, yet incredibly uninteresting orb of un-delight….how was that for a fantastic imagination? I can lay the blame squarely on the quad venti, white mocha latte I just downed…yum!

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