声; FOR THE UNSUNG
A SHORT ANTHOLOGY OF BROKEN HYMNS DISGUISED AS HOPE. - I SING FOR THE UNSUNG/ A BEARER OF UNTOLD STORIES/ A VESSEL FOR HIDDEN EMOTIONS/ FOR I AM BORN FROM THEIR VOICE 私は声です
A SHORT ANTHOLOGY OF BROKEN HYMNS DISGUISED AS HOPE. - I SING FOR THE UNSUNG/ A BEARER OF UNTOLD STORIES/ A VESSEL FOR HIDDEN EMOTIONS/ FOR I AM BORN FROM THEIR VOICE 私は声です
I have a tendency to convince myself I can write once in a while. This is it's manifestation in reality, somewhat like watered down poetry.
if i toss a cigarette out my window at an angel hour, will the rot in my teeth cease to exist?
"Hemlock, foxglove, nightshade three - / Shield me from catastrophe. / Silent lungs and final weeps. / Send my monsters back to sleep." Olden World, c. 1866: Shy Callum, the Seamstress's son, is an easy target for the village bullies. When Callum accepts help from a mysterious magick man to punish his tormentors, he f...