Asakiyume mita

Today I had a visitor. As is my habit, I took her along a straight and dangerous road. My minion the ninja girl (or am I her minion? Hmmmm....) saw the path was marked in rust by the ghost of a leaf:



My guest filmed our progress on the straight and narrow path:

look how the ninja girl seems just to float along it (she's on the right)--she doesn't even need to balance. It's because she's a ninja





My guest is right at home in the wilderlands. No one who knows her should be surprised.



She peeks into the witch's fiery oven



Nothing baking there now--in that place, it was the dark pines that gave off ominous exhalations, not the smokestack.



My guest snapped some pictures of me at my new hobby :-)

( skateboarding )

And then she wrote about six types of death and fifteen types of dancing (more dancing than death, today) and made me see the perfection of poison gas, and I only wish she could have enjoyed some fried dough with us--but another time.

first there is hot oil



then there is fried dough