"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door." The Statue of Liberty (P.S. Please be so kind as to enter through the proper channels and in an orderly fashion)

Location: Arlington, Virginia, United States

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Terror in Tinseltown

I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire...

"L.A. Woman," The Doors

"That's hot!"

Paris Hilton


Blogger nanc said...

are you related to the farmer?

7:46 PM  
Blogger John said...

Nope. What gave you that idea?

1:27 AM  
Blogger nanc said...

you remind me of him in a strange sort of way. that is a compliment, btw.

12:23 PM  
Blogger John said...

Well, thank you then. :)

8:13 AM  

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