My icy bird mask looks back at me empty eyed, antlers pushing into E Munch’s Madonna, who looks ghostly as ever, decapitated by the spines of novels that transect the glass…
Ah, the glitz of Christmas is shining bright for another year, as the cats chase baubles round and around. K Oliver’s witchy vibes in the background are igniting the fireflies of memory and I shall sink my next glass of ruby ruin and wish yr all the best of festering riches…
Merry Christmasss!
Ah, the glitz of Christmas is shining bright for another year, as the cats chase baubles round and around. K Oliver’s witchy vibes in the background are igniting the fireflies of memory and I shall sink my next glass of ruby ruin and wish yr all the best of festering riches…
Merry Christmasss!
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