I saw an old, Old Man sitting in an immense room, poised like Rodin’s Thinker. His skin was like parchment found in the eternal dark of a crypt, the blood running like ink in the Read More
I saw an old, Old Man sitting in an immense room, poised like Rodin’s Thinker. His skin was like parchment found in the eternal dark of a crypt, the blood running like ink in the Read More
The last time i fell asleep, and fell asleep i did; smacked out on my chair while reading a book with fading pages and a forgotten title. but who cares anyways… since i really can’t Read More