Crookyln

The End.

Washington Da Capo

We all may have Malaria, it turns out - again, if we have had it before, or had had it - but this time it's different, chilled, German. Looking down from a bunk bed, nothing makes sense even though things are where they've always been compared to how we remember them being, before. A little sweat, then sleep again, then song.

As The Morning Light

As The Morning Light


As The Morning Light


As The Morning Light

Chapel Hill

Up Crook.


Down Crook.


His corner.


Can you spot 9K?


My long-lost twin, reunited through armageddonous bass moves, Titus of All the Saints.

(sm)Ashville part 2

The sun sets just in time . . .


. . . lest it cast light upon the carnage to follow.


BV-CVX on the warpath. Doin a darn good job . . .


. . . although it looks like you mighta missed yer exit there, guy.


Being the sporting types that we are, we chanced a game of darts as well. Variety: Killa.


A New Work for darts, board, and winner, by winner JSpace.

(sm)Ashville part 1

I was not acquainted with the history of this town, but I guess structures were erected . . .


. . . according to clever vandals, in excess.


My meal contained both crawfish and alligator. A familial hot sauce added some kick.

Hotlanta

Steve and Preston wait to be seated for breakfast.
Background: death.


Bradford Cox makes suggestions (out loud) while Face reads descriptions (to herself).


Breakfast was real good. Does anyone know what this means?