deprivation is the key to the little smiles, on a mouth blistered by dares and frequent motion. the flickering isn't beauty.

the spine exists where the soil's been parted. where her lithe corpse begins to send off little, tiny gases. starvation is the answer to a face riddled with hope.

his malfunctioning body, the canvas to a storm of viscera.

03/01/2012

Posted on 03/02/2012
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