It's good to have connections.
So Morgan, Emma, Karlee and I are all fucking privelaged. That's why we were graced with the option of going to FallingWater, and you weren't.
It was honestly, the best time I've had in months. Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
Our trip began with lots of writing on each other and silly feminist rapping.
Karlee was my human canvas, and I kissed her hipbone. Twice.
And we drove...and the busdriver pulled over to take a leak. It was awesome.
I bought Morgan and the Vegan some chips, and Emma ate a pecan dessert thing. She made noises like in What About Bob.
We walked down to the house and the tour was pretty cool...but I had to be a rebel and take pictures inside. I felt like a spy, all stealth-like taking pictures with the camera in my pocket. Emma wasn't so stealth and got busted by a guy with an earpiece and personal problems.
We all took a lot of the same pictures. For example:
The whole house was really awesome, and if Frank Lloyd Wright was alive, I'd totally plug his ass.
Splash. Trickle. Woosh.
There was a pool on the upper deck fed by one of the streams...it ruled my face.
Neat fact: The Kaufman's wanted a servant house built, so after the initial house was built they brought Frank Wright back and had him add on the servant's quarters...they're connected by a set of steps, and a concrete thinger...I can't really describe it, and I'm pretty sure that's why I photographed it.
Emmaface
Morgface
Some pyle in Ohio?
We ate lunch, marveled at the waterfall for a while, took pictures of vines...
We were walking over to see the bridge...and Verny was asleep on a bench. I poked him, and some guy was standing there and started laughing at me. I ran away, went and took a few pictures of the bridge, and then came back to wake the fag.
Poking him wasn't working, so I licked his face. He woke up. Turns out he didn't know there were waterfalls...so we went and saw them before we left. Good times. I can't wait to develop my black and white...
Oh and Morgan...
SEXY MOIST TWAT.
It was honestly, the best time I've had in months. Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
Our trip began with lots of writing on each other and silly feminist rapping.
Karlee was my human canvas, and I kissed her hipbone. Twice.
And we drove...and the busdriver pulled over to take a leak. It was awesome.
I bought Morgan and the Vegan some chips, and Emma ate a pecan dessert thing. She made noises like in What About Bob.
We walked down to the house and the tour was pretty cool...but I had to be a rebel and take pictures inside. I felt like a spy, all stealth-like taking pictures with the camera in my pocket. Emma wasn't so stealth and got busted by a guy with an earpiece and personal problems.
We all took a lot of the same pictures. For example:
The whole house was really awesome, and if Frank Lloyd Wright was alive, I'd totally plug his ass.
Splash. Trickle. Woosh.
There was a pool on the upper deck fed by one of the streams...it ruled my face.
Neat fact: The Kaufman's wanted a servant house built, so after the initial house was built they brought Frank Wright back and had him add on the servant's quarters...they're connected by a set of steps, and a concrete thinger...I can't really describe it, and I'm pretty sure that's why I photographed it.
Emmaface
Morgface
Some pyle in Ohio?
We ate lunch, marveled at the waterfall for a while, took pictures of vines...
We were walking over to see the bridge...and Verny was asleep on a bench. I poked him, and some guy was standing there and started laughing at me. I ran away, went and took a few pictures of the bridge, and then came back to wake the fag.
Poking him wasn't working, so I licked his face. He woke up. Turns out he didn't know there were waterfalls...so we went and saw them before we left. Good times. I can't wait to develop my black and white...
Oh and Morgan...
SEXY MOIST TWAT.