we're the descendents of the bitches that didn't fall off
You have until midnight to target me in your sights before I resume cloaking procedures
JIGSAW: all your life you've really drowned people to death in urine by being late all the time VICTIM: boy I don't like where this is going
Another potter suggested that the small cat statuette I made needs a name, but unfortunately my cat naming skills were installed upside down and all I can think of are things like “tworlick” or “binkenstock” or “bumplingus”.
trying a risky all-or-nothing maneuver in a high-stakes aerial battle and getting completely blown out of the sky, my guts and bones raining down like a plague of frogs
It sucks that you were lured to the town of Silent Hill and discovered a horror of your own making dredged from the darkest recesses of your mind. I simply went by choice and had a lovely time by the lake.
I painted my Asian Water Monitor (Varanus salvator) sculpture. I like to imagine the fish was stolen from an unsuspecting fisherman′s basket! 1/8 scale.
