I love this... anything with eyes, really. The world is controlled by shape-shifting reptilian bastard.
Pizza from Texas! Actually looks more like a t-bone steak.
I got down into the yard later that night only to have the train start moving on me as soon as I got down there. Here are the only two decent pictures I got as the train rolled out of town:
The Bookman headin' out.
This Colossus of Roads blew by. There is also a study of the female anatomy I caught with this picture in the bottom left
The next day:
I know the feeling.
I see this, well, cat I suppose, often.
Mr. Walter Clark from Wichita, 1989. It took a little bit of work to get this to pop, but here you go.
Colossus of Road's yearly homage to Kerouac. '98.
Mr. Bass blast from two pasts.
1/2 lung from CO.
The quill blowing in the wind again. I have uploaded a picture of this already, but I think this picture looks a lot better than the old one.
A little something for the perverts.
Okay, that's it. I hope to get back into the swing of things sometime soon.
Until then.
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