
…..they want my soul.
Why don’t you just reach in and rip my heart out and eat it in front of me.
The visionary world of Nicholas Beckett

…..they want my soul.
Why don’t you just reach in and rip my heart out and eat it in front of me.

…..floating feeling.

….out of MY Ass.


….and I’ll put it where the sun doesn’t shine.

……is an asset.