that crow is back again - that tocan without the colors, its huge mouth no longer craving my hair. before, it was simple really. a beak opening and closing over fibers, perhaps tugging them, causing me the pain that comes with hair pulling. now things are more complicated. once something begins talking, the world changes.
you are death.
another warning, another day.
you are death.
don't i know it....
you are death.
another warning, another day.
you are death.
don't i know it....
sketchy_mf:
I like crows much better than toucans, and it's smart to be aquainted with death....that way he won't treat you like a stranger, when you meet face to face!