Album art, writ large. And, I mean: large.

I've always felt sorry for my nieces and nephews, what with those itty bitty CD jewel cases . . . where's the art in that?

They are deprived. That's what it is: deprived. I shall make it up to them with alcohol, weed, pron, birth control (if they are certain they might need it), and lashings of classic rock and rolll from the 50s/60s/70s/80s. Also: alibis, trips to art galleries, work references, Los Angeles-based couch-surfing on my side of the study ("get up before your uncle starts tapping away . . . please,) in case of SoCal college/work interviews, great cheap recipes for college/early 20s dishes, and assistance in burying any bodies (or finishing off ones that were inexpertly dispatched.).

H/t: Beth of MVRWC who has, as I understand it, morals. So this post is my own responsibility. Scary, scary!

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