last night during the civil stereo war with my thug neighbor i read that sideburns and hooker came from generals of the civil war, burnside and hooker.

folding flower path blocking dwarf poisoner levy

a bad picture of copp looking back for me moves me.

and she's gone 

barney wakes scared

dream on 

erasurehead

evil is as old as humans, not so old

net goal

goal tender

i might get use to blur in the center with accompanying peripheral sharpness

i think the thug below hates me prima facie for being a white devil and moreover because i engage in civil war with him. i understand. 

i want a picture that doesn't wow but breathes still. 

i wanted to put that sebald quote but it's long and i'm lazy and it would seem i'm borrowing his light which i am. 

i will try to be a minimally invasive species. 

i'm so happy we meet

if i had a lawn it would look like this and i'd be fine(d).

weird i feel

like i did this already.

oh if only 

woodland and meadow commingle

there's no argument for the good.

we return to where the cerberus woman attacked us and she's gone. 

we light the shadows, the shadows shine our light. 

when i run out of pictures 

why cant we keep it simple. the simple is so complicated. there is relief but it's hard to come by. rest your head. i'm so thankful. you believe me?

yessir, he's my baby.

you told me i never listen. see?