Messages of Love and Splendour

After wasting my precious prime-time Saturday night hours at the Den (among the dripping, socially retarded second-year undergrads which constitute the main Den Clientele) I found myself momentarily enlightened by my own drunkenness on my way home. I often think of my friends during these glowing reveries, and in the following images you will see how my intellectually grandiose outpourings of love manifested themselves as I walked down 53rd last night. For Jarren: ...and his esteemed alter-ego; Jack: Dear Leader Sho: