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[acridturpintine]

This time it is my turn to give up. I have come to the conclusion that almost everyone aside from myself has some sort of disease that compels them to post hideous photos. It is absolutely atrocious.

But because I said I would, here is my second and final response.

Comments

[waitingfortom]

Ohhh, that's very pretty!

[acridturpintine]

Oh. I certainly never expected to see you here.

It is good to know that not everyone has embarassingly awful taste when it comes to photography.

[waitingfortom]

Not like I planned to be here really but PLEASE HELP STUCK ON TRAIN

[acridturpintine]

I... think I would rather not know.

[terryclothrags]

Nice. Is that a glass tennis ball?

[acridturpintine]

I have no idea what it is, I found it in the cupboard. Do glass tennis balls exist?

[terryclothrags]

They wouldn't be very useful for playing tennis. Perhaps they are used to predict the outcome of Wimbledon.

[acridturpintine]

I thought as much. It would come in handy during the championships if that were the case. Now I want to know what it is.

[lookscomefirst]

Oh, that's pretty! It reminds me of a crystal ball.

Can you see your future in it?

[acridturpintine]

Of course not, it is a place to keep your nightmares in.

[herbology_dork]

that's a very beautiful picture lisa, it kind of looks like my remembrall, actually.
i haven't really posted any pictures lately, well, one in response to Dean, but i think it was a pretty nice one really. it wasn't my photo though.

[acridturpintine]

I see you survived the tube fiasco.
Where did you post that one? May I see it?

[herbology_dork]

yes, we survived, mostly all in one piece. you should come to the party tonight, there will probably be good beer? we can sit back and watch others make fools of themselves? (thank goodness quite the pity that i hurt my ankle and can't dance, eh? hah)

[deanosovirtuoso]

Very cool. I am considering taking up this art form. After all, it represents life in its entirety. When life begins, it is as minuscule as grain of sand, but it grows. It grows and blossoms until it has reached perfection. Yet, perfection means an end to life, for life is never perfect. So, it is wiped away- and we begin anew.