Whispering Makes A Narrow Place Narrower.

The Sky Was As Blue As A Stupid Postcard, And The Islands Were As Green As Islands.

My Idea Of Life, It's What Happens When They're Rolling The Credits.

Image Of A Girl Holding A Blaster To A Twin’s Temple. “remember, Bi***. You Can’t Spell ‘danger’ Without Dna.” Blam.

We All Flee In Hope Of Finding Some Ground Of Security

Whispering Makes A Narrow Place Narrower.