Teena McCarthy: Spit Hood
Oh, such a pretty picture this Kingdom of the Crown A dark room wearing a costume packed in tight — light horsemen hanging around. Aching bodies, tormented souls like vultures on a cloud — Night becomes day, day becomes night; where time has no meaning time slows down. Oh, it’s getting dark in here, there […]
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