The strangest things come out of me in October. Somehow I was thinking that maybe ghosts come from tail pipes? We all know exhaust isn't good.
This one was in an old sketchbook. I'm not sure what they are wailing but I know it is a cold, damp night. The kind that you makes you wonder will you ever see the sun? (dramatic, YES but I don't imagine ghosts are even keeled) 👻
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