a song maddy won't hear

blowin' gigue

diogenetic music

dirty beard

dogs in love

old cookies

for shame

spirits having fled

they're laughing at us. don't look.

all.hail.ian.

are they free market fundamentalists?

come inside Manta Ray!

even when i was young and naive i never thought there was a free market, even xmas.

flying turtle

gimme, gimme candy, or, i'm gonna fade away, oh children!

i decided not to say i did it.

licking a promise

search me oh god and know my heart today! jesus! you scared me.

the almighty, the terrier, AION!

the target was vaguely human shaped but lacking features or limbs rather favored an old faschion milk bottle. 

we have all been here before

where's my old man?

who speaks to that anger?

why do i suffer. cuz i a sinner? i said that already? no, you didn't yet.

they come over here and take over would you become an insurgent? i know i would. if naturalism is true, logic would be impossible, you wouldn't be able to reason. if you give up the bible you've really given up the possibility of knowing anything. What's the Matter with Kansas, the movie..

and got said it was good, and itWas good.

so, rather a biblical, disaster capitalist way, hail, halloween, hail!,

angelnaut

batgirl

hi doug, how are the dogs! excellent, manta ray, thanks for askin'!

runnin' on empty

dangling eyeball

the best canny house

the commons, a community of old houses who have outlasted many humans. hollow'een 2014.

the world started when god said it started

manta ray man says. there's always one.

then on the way back i saw a man with a homeland security patch all by himself on the corner with ice. i asked him if he was in costume and he said , uh, yeah. he wouldn't let me photograph him.

it wasn't a momentary lapse of reason. it was an entire dark history of a rapacious species.

be that as it may, it was no ordinary day. though it may be now. or there may be an end to the ordinary.

i was nearly blown off my pure fix. there was a sexual assault just before we passed under the auto river styx. there were fire trucks and po-lice storming the point. there was a lonely surfer sitting on his board. there was a tree down where we walked this morning. there were wave giants striding over the ramparts, there was a po-lice blocking our path telling me to leash my dog. i said yea yea and ignored her order. there was a massive truck nearly killing us in the intersection. there was an angry old man kicking same. there was a dog idling, unsure how to act. in the end there was a complaint about leaves tracked in. there was a rage against the machine, and the alien priorities.

one times three crow

three shroom

all hollows eve day

i think he's an earth angel.an angel who poops. an angel not perfect, but divine.

lavender diamond tunnel

other possible futures one

the weather tells us what to do,  the government, what not to do.

utmost tenderness required

we mourn our home

what we know is the corruption has to go.

caputalism