i don’t mean to close the door but for the record my heart is sore you blew through me like bullet holes left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul/i'm a shake you off though get up on that horse and ride into the sunset look back with no remorse
this is one of the pages from my new zine Slurricane #7! 16 pages 10 of which are brand new and won’t be posted on internet! you can get copies of it for only $5 on my bigcartel site!
me and my friends asked to act casual for a picture