september eleven bleakly dawns. obomba says he will hunt out militants wherever they be, eerily echoing junior bush thirteen unlucky years ago. things don't change but they degrade monstrously, the more terrorists you kill the more they are born, and the rich slobber at the table of evil gotten gains.

after a day apart, mister is verry huggy.

aqua bee

bee pantomime

ghosted lichen tree with faint ghost dog

glory baby bee 

you turn. you go on.

landscape with hungry ghosts and help angels.

transformation variation:fall.

rainbow ghosts.

transformation bee

transcendental bee

apis

this mourning.