zombieshark

spitting teeth, a sink full of blood, mirror mirror brush aside your dream.. the nightmare rages on, burning up the morning sun, cryptic voice lost to shadows.. wake up wake up.. it whispers, a drop of acid on the tongue.

i was told last night that i have a "strange aura."
and apparently women find it intriguing.
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the Face in the Loft beckons.. taste our poison ear-candy.
CATPIKE.

...and somebody get that cabbage a haircut!