Too Much Poison Come Undone
I am a vain, vegan, morbid and tattooed ghost of a man whose rivers of wine red blood swim inside a burning sacred heart.
1 year ago on
29 March 2012
To regret one’s own experiences is to arrest one’s own development. To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.