Ladies and...er, ladies...Nathan Followill of Kings of Leon. Nathan is the drummer and oldest bro of the Kings of Leon, the alt rock band from Tennessee turned recent Grammy winners. Out of all of the Followill bros Nathan is decidedly the sexiest of the bunch. Flowing locks, sexy specs, and arm tats. Use somebody, indeed.
Showing posts with label delicious fruit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label delicious fruit. Show all posts
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Ding Dong [Alt-Rock Edition]
Ladies and...er, ladies...Nathan Followill of Kings of Leon. Nathan is the drummer and oldest bro of the Kings of Leon, the alt rock band from Tennessee turned recent Grammy winners. Out of all of the Followill bros Nathan is decidedly the sexiest of the bunch. Flowing locks, sexy specs, and arm tats. Use somebody, indeed.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Ding-Dong.
In a new series entitled 'Ding-Dong', I will post photos of good-lookin' men-folk. You might ask yourself, in what way is this constructive to the Revolution? Whelp, it's not. However, the revolution supports community, sharing, etc. and these bros are too sexay not to share.
To catapult this series, we start with Ryan Gosling. The brooding Mr. Gosling was in that movie The Spiral Composition Book and Half Nelson...talk about heroin chic! According to IMDB, the Gosling Goose is set to appear in All Good Things in 2009.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
From "The Bell Jar"
do suicidal artists know something we don't?
"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
Sylvia Plath
"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
Sylvia Plath
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