How amusing that this post should be post 23.
My Fingers Run With Blood.
an empty slow day, made more sorrowful by the empty machinations of empty dead fuck puppets, that dance upon a tinder dry stage. Pockets, full of matches.

creative images by karl robertson
How amusing that this post should be post 23.
My Fingers Run With Blood.
an empty slow day, made more sorrowful by the empty machinations of empty dead fuck puppets, that dance upon a tinder dry stage. Pockets, full of matches.