May my rotten rib cage become the xylophone for your dissonant music. If we're very lucky only the coyotes and raccoons will be left to spread our sick message.
More Blogs
-
0
...
Letting the rain call us names...12 Kilos “Goodbye Wally… -
0
-
0
...
Sun Kissed Innsmouth Part Three The sudden silen… -
2
-
0
...
Sun Kissed Innsmouth Part Two The revelation tha… -
1
-
0
...
Sun Kissed Innsmouth Part One Summers in Old Bea… -
1
-
0
...
New "friends"...12 Kilos Garrett was sleeping on weather… -
0
...
Hollywood Nights Part Eleven Howie wasn’t even s…