Is it merely the ashen, apocalyptic, fallout of exploded dreams?
She made him promise their lives would be as full as if she had remained.
I approach like a dead girl walking, totally sure this is IT. I’m tense and wired, waiting for a chemically soaked rag to be slapped over my face.
Recently a good friend commissioned me to personalise one of my resin bagbling pieces for her.
Well Art Gluttony has a new house!
A resin makeover puts the funk back into functional!
Now I’m alone.
This was the Judgment Day Sarah Connor most feared.
Why do I wake up just as things get really exciting?
They don’t come cheap but apparently it’s good to have them.