piracy

bits of human ash and national tragedy, along with the last rose petals, in the beatifull postapocalyptic piers with their chrome chains ready for a virgin sacrifice. seven in a circle, beneath whatever, posts, beams, mud and sticks, spit and semen.


yeah, i know, i'm not clever anymore. but i'm good goddamn serious.

i ask the questions that get threads deleted.

seriously. i hate this place.