Showing posts with label the youth division that trains together in the angled sunlight stays together. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the youth division that trains together in the angled sunlight stays together. Show all posts

Komsomol


From the other day in Rome.  Fuchsia skirt, rifle training, frolicking half-dressed half-defined figures in the distance, and a dead-eye stare smashing of the fourth wall.

[Musical accompaniment thanks to Cartographies.]