Devin is probably my biggest inspiration
in Southern California. He spends hours
babbling brilliant concepts. The only
problem: his artwork and ideas are a bit
too profound for todays society.
Devin works for the media, a reason
not to trust him. But with his strange
smile, sharp wit, elegant suits, and
flashy girlfriend, who can resist this
mysterious man.
so devin once put a link to his photos
up on the daily jolt at hampshire, and
i just had to click on it. and, yo,
what i saw just BLEW me away!!! photos
capitalizing on war, poverty, racial
injustice, voyeuristic portrayals of
violence, death and destruction...
that one of the church was mad cool,
dude. holy shit, 43 countries, are you
for real?! i'm already employed as a
manservant, but if my current
employers reject me, i'd love to spend
the rest of my days in devin's
service/suitcase/pocket. and thanks
for the escorts webpage, it really
warmed up those cold lonely
massachussetts nights!
Devin's middle name is Emerson, no
small coincidence given the ideals he
embodies. He lives in a cabin he
built out in the middle of his farm
(he is the only modern-day gentleman
farmer I know) except sometimes for a
few lucky months he comes roaring into
the city on his BMW with tales of the
suicide bombers and gypsies he's
photographed on five continents,
making all the women weak in the
knees, and best friends like me, sick
with envy. Devin is my Dean Moriarty.
in Southern California. He spends hours
babbling brilliant concepts. The only
problem: his artwork and ideas are a bit
too profound for todays society.
not to trust him. But with his strange
smile, sharp wit, elegant suits, and
flashy girlfriend, who can resist this
mysterious man.
up on the daily jolt at hampshire, and
i just had to click on it. and, yo,
what i saw just BLEW me away!!! photos
capitalizing on war, poverty, racial
injustice, voyeuristic portrayals of
violence, death and destruction...
that one of the church was mad cool,
dude. holy shit, 43 countries, are you
for real?! i'm already employed as a
manservant, but if my current
employers reject me, i'd love to spend
the rest of my days in devin's
service/suitcase/pocket. and thanks
for the escorts webpage, it really
warmed up those cold lonely
massachussetts nights!
woods, around the corner, and right
behind you... Watch out, he's magic!
small coincidence given the ideals he
embodies. He lives in a cabin he
built out in the middle of his farm
(he is the only modern-day gentleman
farmer I know) except sometimes for a
few lucky months he comes roaring into
the city on his BMW with tales of the
suicide bombers and gypsies he's
photographed on five continents,
making all the women weak in the
knees, and best friends like me, sick
with envy. Devin is my Dean Moriarty.