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The touristy picture par excellence. But it is where we live.
4:37pm. June 23rd, 2008. Eugene, Oregon. Train station. Bootleg wireless. Yeti sez: drink of me and live forever.
“it’s a to zed and back again, like this river on which we waddle,” said Pooh to Piglet, his dangling paw stroking against the lapping water.
A Late Nite Sojourn to The Old Stone Mill/Viking Tower of Newport, Rhode Island. From the recent archives of the black magic wielder. (Some say a witch.)
Front image of The Berkeley Barb, Volume 3, Number 21, Issue 119, 1966. Taken from Free Press: Underground and Alternative Publications, 1965-1975, edited by Jean-Francois Bizot. Note the date. Possibly the last time that any underground freak would draw … Continue reading