He stared at the camera, defying us. Making us wonder what "Pond Power" really meant. Pond Power, baby. Pond power.
Power didn't come from acid-washed jeans, or that laissez-faire attitude. It didn't come from his carefully-touseled locks, his turtleneck, or his careless four-year-old stance on life. No. It came from the Pond. Ferocity. Velocity. Speed. Enigma.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Pond Power.
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