Review: Weeping Sores – The Convalescence Agonies
Healing is a painful process.
Healing is a painful process.
In space, no one can hear you skree
I got a fever and the only cure is more post-metal.
An exercise in Nambil Masochism.
When you shout into the void, the void shouts back into you. Or something.
Folklore, Mantles, Marrows, and Serpents, oh my!
A point of no return I keep coming back to.
Turns out that throwing things at the wall works better if you aim first.
The Pennsylvanians redefine themselves, for better or worse.
Ode to the Appaloosa (ie look at that horse anus).