what’s there to say? when monstrousness rears itself in human form, are there ever appropriate words? i try to make sense and formulate a dialogue, but my emotions get the best of me, as do my tears and grief, and the guttural sounds of rage and sadness render...
what up my mid-december gangstas? you keeping things tight and fresh as we play out these last few weeks of twenty twelve? it’s friday, so i’m sick again. rad. so according to the mayans, this is our final weekend on earth. i’m glad i’ll be...
here we are again m’loves. more gift suggestions for your holiday shopping. tell me what you think. i’m such a sucker for scarves. this echo silky screams “put me in my in your hair and make like your most vampy, sixties, french pop star.”...
