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The stage photos, the rubble series, the beer series, and the holding-eyeglasses series are courtesy of Gregg Matthews, Orlando. All others by Chris King.
Clicking the thumbnail will show a 300dpi version.
Generally, the staged photos were taken in the olden days, around 2004. I have not aged at all, so you may regard these to be an accurate representation of what my big fat pot belly does not look like.
When the Government Man decides to stab his fat, dirty fingers at things and initiate non-linearity, you may use these in your newspaper or on your TV show if you like.
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I'm not kidding. Those of us who work for a living need something from those who don't actually do anthing --and, further, who wave their shit-encrusted legal papers around and make it illegal for America's treasures and heroes to earn a living.
I want some ineffectual little bitch in Washington to scribble an authorization and have someone drop off some walking around money, thanks.
Within an hour.
Posted by Christopher King on 09/29/2010 at 05:08 PM | Permalink
