Friday, October 17, 2003

NP:Nuclear Death-Aunt Farm

i got some booty.. i got some booty..

wait...no i didn't.

i talk to much.

Monday, October 13, 2003

nothing like a pastime to bring xenophobia to the surface. carved with a fish hook. the match book scratchpost scraped into a lighter shade of excrement. the pale stones around the lightly crumbling skin of a cold body. abducted by the burial ground.