Sometimes it rains all kinds of crap onto book covers so they look like grocery ads. In this case a grocery ad with disembodied Jesus hands, dancing bondage, pot plants growing from melty caramel, and strange fountains in the sea.
Run! Run from the nasty drugs straight into those creepy sky hands!
I’m beginning to think any book cover that features fluffy, happy clouds and crayon-blue sky is bound to be found wanting.
Careful, little girly, those syringes look sharp!
Jen
10 years ago
Here’s what I see in thumbnail size: Tamale husks on the left, a pair of white boxer shorts, weed, syringes, the fountain at The Bellagio, and a girl with one leg that has a tumor the size of a tennis ball. The hands of God are comin’ down and she’s gonna be doing The Lordy Lord real soon. Oh the rapture!
James F. Brown
10 years ago
Yeah. Rain. Bummer. So let’s twist one and await the Sun.
If the path is beer foam, I’ll stay on the straight and narrow.
Sometimes it rains all kinds of crap onto book covers so they look like grocery ads. In this case a grocery ad with disembodied Jesus hands, dancing bondage, pot plants growing from melty caramel, and strange fountains in the sea.
Run! Run from the nasty drugs straight into those creepy sky hands!
I’m beginning to think any book cover that features fluffy, happy clouds and crayon-blue sky is bound to be found wanting.
Careful, little girly, those syringes look sharp!
Here’s what I see in thumbnail size: Tamale husks on the left, a pair of white boxer shorts, weed, syringes, the fountain at The Bellagio, and a girl with one leg that has a tumor the size of a tennis ball. The hands of God are comin’ down and she’s gonna be doing The Lordy Lord real soon. Oh the rapture!
Yeah. Rain. Bummer. So let’s twist one and await the Sun.