Memento cari


The heart stone, the stomach's paper. And behind, no real curtains, just the shabby trompe l'oeil of nothing to hide.

4 comments:

Benjamin said...

He looks like I feel...

socialism and/or barbarism said...

What, like a Common Grave song?

Remember my typographical suggestions: let that tattered flag fly...

Anonymous said...

no more like a vain person but pretty sculpture..
mutter ich bin doch schoen!

Anonymous said...

I take back the vanity bit, I like your site! Anonynous idiot