blood on our hands.

autumn 09.
Chained up.


Fennec Fox.

Mad hatter sunday.




Me and Johnny D.

26/11.

And your skin is so white
Underneath the black night
And your voice calls out for the Coup de grace
When the lights go out... will there be a trace?
I miss these shoes.

And I want this bag.

La Beauté Verte

