Language is my friend. She’s as sure as fire and as piercing as ice, cutting to mankind’s marrow and then dissolving, the perfect murder weapon. I invite her often for caffeine and mayhem, and she obliges with a wink.
Language is my friend. She’s as sure as fire and as piercing as ice, cutting to mankind’s marrow and then dissolving, the perfect murder weapon. I invite her often for caffeine and mayhem, and she obliges with a wink.
Miniature Moon 