by Existential Ghost November 02, 2009

by Existential Ghost November 06, 2009

He went to speak, but stopped, knowing that his voice would come out biscuit-ersed, that the uncertainty would be threaded right through it.
by Existential Ghost November 06, 2009

by Existential Ghost November 06, 2009

by Existential Ghost November 06, 2009

by Existential Ghost November 06, 2009
