Hungry Ghosts
Photoshop Tutor and Retoucher https://photoshopandphotography.com/
Thursday, January 17, 2008
THREE WITCHES
…
…stand at the cross roads.
One holds a branch, the other a rose, the last a knife.
Our lips move from each to each.
It’s no wonder, the blood that comes
when we finally speak.
When we finally say something, isn’t it always the least?
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Monsters
(no title)
Tattle-Tale Nation
Monsters
(no title)
CALL ME ISHMAEL You know why? Because I said so. If I live long enough to make it to an airport without losing any oxygen, if I use my mo...