Do you know what beauty is? Beauty is writing in the impermanence of pencil At 1:30 am known I am going to go to sleep. And dream of holding onto everything, And hoping I never awake from it. It is knowing how very much I love you And no one else understanding any of it. It’s crying over pains never to happen, Only [...]
It stared at her blankly, all curls and stupidity. It was an awful present. It didn't even meet the criteria for being truly horrifying, it was too bland for that. It had a stupid porcelain head and small pink stupid porcelain lips. It also had a dress. A frilly dress.
Words, artwork and miscellanea — written, collected and distributed by a rowdy, ragtag bunch of St. Louis area miscreants.
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