MonicaNinaA thousand year dream of dusty quiet years, a heavy world dressed and hidden. Paper scissors cut out your ribs, a run away girl gone and…Oct 26, 2017Oct 26, 2017
MonicaPermanent Marker’s ScentI’m feeling it now. It’s time to feel ugly, oh yes, thank you for stoping by in my little skull to remind me of that terrible face. I guess…Oct 26, 2017Oct 26, 2017