
A Family Death Album: The Corpse, The Photograph; An “IT”
There are no names, just awkward glue marks and yellowing tape- completing a metaphor for the supine bodies within.
There are no names, just awkward glue marks and yellowing tape- completing a metaphor for the supine bodies within.
Within the event of this testimonial, we have supervised a position of conducting, in negative harmonics, a passage between the afterworld of death and our ability to master control over its parts by maintaining formal contact with the sub-committee of horror. Candy apples and razor blades Little dead are soon in graves I remember […]