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because we can.

added on the 2012-09-08 13:14:27 by Korguiq

Oh yes.

added on the 2012-09-08 21:16:42 by ringofyre

added on the 2012-09-09 04:57:18 by FunGas

added on the 2012-09-09 10:28:01 by elend

added on the 2012-09-09 12:39:51 by nekomono

added on the 2012-09-09 14:19:23 by trc_wm

added on the 2012-09-09 20:31:25 by ewerybody

added on the 2012-09-10 05:56:40 by ringofyre

added on the 2012-09-10 13:58:29 by Archedeus

added on the 2012-09-10 17:57:34 by trc_wm

Looks like a screenshot from the prequel to District 9.

added on the 2012-09-10 19:15:14 by hooverphonique

added on the 2012-09-10 19:38:30 by v3nom

from http://inspirationfeed.com/inspiration/digital-art-inspiration/jaw-dropping-digital-photomanipulations-by-adam-spizak/

added on the 2012-09-10 19:53:17 by bull

With grasshoppers like that around during the Great Depression no-one should've gone hungry!
Mad lithographic shopping skillz!
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Thanks for the link bull.

Is it just me or do all my browsers NOT like the Hustler pic?

added on the 2012-09-10 21:45:45 by ringofyre

added on the 2012-09-11 01:58:09 by FunGas

added on the 2012-09-11 10:07:16 by ewerybody

previous image makes this come to mind :

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I reach out my arms for the pole bolstered to my cerebrum, supporting my psyche in accord to the oblivious effects of color intoxication.
A look in the construct I call my being reveals what once used to be self sufficient, now corrupt from an explosive reaction and an extravagant tendency to entropy.
At times I crave to breach my cocoon and ascend like a wish to the constellation of Andromeda to watch over the world through eyes of plastic comprehending the cosmos in values of red, green, blue and transparent.
Right here on the threshold of God, I still await for the judgment of light that is fair and translucent, free from the torturing thoughts of conspiracy theories but all I come up with are mountains of synaesthetic metaphors.
I drift on the stardust like an automobile that has lost grip and traction on slippery tarmac and wonder, who will be enduring the burden of mopping the dust in the belt of orion this week..
I've been feeling like a wizard that's gone mad and narcoleptic on an escape route paved with leaves of a black lotus and sketches of melons for I never thought I'd exceed Ulysses expectations and reach the island of the cyclops, now unleashing new media propaganda.
Right here I stand on top of the walls of Eryx imbued by the cursed blessing of alien prophets to spend an eternity watching my life force being consumed by wireframe aparitions.
I was set upon this world to try and outtrack you but this is what I've become.

added on the 2012-09-11 11:52:27 by cxnull