kenkantor: Yes Cerrito.
kenkantor: Everything comes from someplace.
kenkantor: I forgot if this was my place or yours.
kenkantor: El Cerrito.
kenkantor: Another modern miracle. slips through your hands.
kenkantor: Just great! And how about yourself?
Wnewton1948: Oakland Murals
Wnewton1948: Oakland Murals
Wnewton1948: Berkeley Murals
Wnewton1948: Berkeley Murals
Wnewton1948: Berkeley Murals
Wnewton1948: Berkeley Murals
Wnewton1948: Berkeley Murals
Wnewton1948: Berkeley Murals
kenkantor: You can't hurry love, no you just have to wait.
kenkantor: The return of exorcism to the public square.
kenkantor: Dancing in the dark.
kenkantor: Go away or we will protest every day. Pretty much.
kenkantor: The canine resistance, our last line of defense.
kenkantor: The lady doth protest too little, methinks.
kenkantor: Kapital.
kenkantor: Only if you'll show me yours.
kenkantor: Thanks for Wally's.
kenkantor: Remember happy birthdays.
skipmoore: No Loitering
kenkantor: Sure, but then you always walk it back.
kenkantor: Now you can stop monopolizing my intentions.
kenkantor: Everyone is one or the other after all.
kenkantor: The bicycle thief.
kenkantor: Out for the evening and everyone could see it.