there on the ground, on the hot gravel, in the sun, lay a baby white kitten. its belly was pink skin. its eyes were barely begining to open. And it was covered in hundreds and hundreds of fleas. its fur was crawling and squirming with the tiny brown and white insects. they were burrowing between the mucosy closed eyelids, into its mouth, into its nose. it was going to die a very tormented death.
VIEW 16 of 16 COMMENTS
india:
=/
fallfromgrace:
So hey... I really do like your stuff. I was trying to get into making things myself, although I'd say I'd be on a way less "fetish" level and way more functional. I was wondering if you could give me any tips?