I don’t belive stuffed lions and guitars are in too many people’s vision of paradise. The gun is right out. Given the title, I’d have expected a bird on the cover, but you know…whatever.
I guess I’m sadly old fashioned that way, thinking these things should somehow coordinate or something. But these new authors today, I don’t understand them. Playing their loud fonts and poorly cropped and stretched images, wearing their caps backwards. What’s this world coming to? Indie authors these days.
What the hell kind of gun is THAT? It’s the size of a cannon!
And it’s about to shoot the Bird!
At first I thought it was some kind of toilet roll contraption.
It is a gun certainly, but it may be made of wood…
I think it’s “Dird of Paradise”, whatever that is.
It’s official, they’re trolling you now.
all those little ball ornaments on the letters . . . yeah, that’s bird poop.
Turd of Paradise
*slow clap* Bravo, sir. Bravo.
May it fly up your nose.
I got it! 🙂
I don’t belive stuffed lions and guitars are in too many people’s vision of paradise. The gun is right out. Given the title, I’d have expected a bird on the cover, but you know…whatever.
Well, really! Only anal-retentives would expect a book’s title and cover would, somehow, relate to each other.
Hip, trendy, New Age auteurs are, like, so beyond that common, vulgar expectation…
I guess I’m sadly old fashioned that way, thinking these things should somehow coordinate or something. But these new authors today, I don’t understand them. Playing their loud fonts and poorly cropped and stretched images, wearing their caps backwards. What’s this world coming to? Indie authors these days.
::shakes head, walks away::