Dripping with Darkness and Melting in Poetry in West Hollywood
In the blackness of this night, the lights in the city are a disturbance to the darkness of the terrain. Although he is still, it is nevertheless a blackness of […]
In the blackness of this night, the lights in the city are a disturbance to the darkness of the terrain. Although he is still, it is nevertheless a blackness of […]
I have an addiction to wearing metal. Something about the solid, rigid sparkle is so intensely alluring that it mandates to be adorned on sashaying fabrics, on muscled bodices, contrasting […]