sentimental sentinel |
be on my side, i'll be on your side |
calliope comet |
blue songs, blue films, x blues, time blues everything |
dear tower, how inviting you look |
though i can't enter you |
evening for comet |
how many pictures you want for a treat? |
x family |
fenway leaps into my lens |
ghost house waits for fenway |
ghost lagoon patrol with copp |
ghost patrol with fenway |
ghost shudder |
are you a ghost? i mean, i only just met you, you suddenly appear out of nowhere. |
ok i guess you're not a ghost, let's keep looking. |
something smells funny here. |
i mean funny good. |
ah, sweet relief, and a well marked ghost yard. |
the poo meditation. |
i think we're done here. |
i can't go on. i'll go on. no, i can't go on. |
it wasn't really psychological torture, that happened elsewhere, that was the old administration. it was just grainy newsprint. |
lanky jumping bear |
laughing sky |
winter, bah. |
are you coming. what is this, role reversal? |
think of yum yums. |
night play |
you might be ok, but you anthropo-whatever too much. do you ever just get your bone and play? |
on, comet, on, blitzen |
pangborn manner |
night sortie with comet and hilde |
pit and pendulum |
strange death that looks like life |
this poverty condemned |
too bright, muhfuh, too bright! |
treat me. |
yelling darkness. |
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