Jar Head

The Gulf War Jar Head Jake Gylenhall portraited by a dessert tan devoid stillness. His back muscles seductively distracting from the insanity of a trained boredom riddled man repeating routine in a white washed un-colored withered wilderness. Brilliance only offered at dusk in a deliriously daring flamed sunset that is followed by a brilliant blue. Days dated by an orb that pointedly drops his eyes into the pitch of true chaosed confusion and insecurity. Asking questions about purpose that he wouldn't dare say outloud.