Trade a flicking tongue for horse teeth, a smooth surface for road-rash.. I can't find my life receipt. Dabble in the fuck-house. Scrape the grinds from my eyes. Turn wine back into potable water and keep this secret from no one. ..the time to react is now. He'll only find out when we tell him.
02/04/2012
Surreal noir from one of my favorite creative voices. Perfect.