Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

My lady-love’s a hypnonaut.

Hypnonaut.
  1. julia    May 26, 07:03 am    #

    jiminy crickets, dude, what’s up with that?


  2. Kip Manley    May 26, 08:58 am    #

    Sorry—the photo’s a link.


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The People’s Joker.

More than a feeling.

Girl, Smoking.

Bottle, botulism.

NYC Christmas trees.

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