Blood Stained Hands

My hands are stained. Stained by the artefact that controlled my life. Magic fucking 8-Ball. Cursed by it's foretellings I think I've broken the spell.

"Am I able to live longer now?"





Cya mate. Grace gave me the courage to face my fears and battle the said menacing monster. It took several blows but in the end I hold it's heart and soul within my hands. The blue and black blood stains my carpet and my hands. Unable to wash the filth but worth the sacrifice.

Tomorrow is the opening for CMYK Yourself. Be there!

Listening to: Big Punisher - Endangered Species

/timbo400