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thrift store cemetery zombie doll, victorian death bohemian grunge, a black tie affair fastened with a noose and black coffee in a candy store.
Monday, June 1, 2009
nothing left to mutilate
i have the odd sensation of standing next to a busy street screaming and everyone just keeps on passing by. why do i feel like i'm not there?
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