Post Blue Cheese Pasta…

September 4, 2011 § Leave a comment

comes a very content tummy and lazy lounging while listening to Zola Jesus.

And what does Zola Jesus lead to?

“I’m on my bed/ My bed of stones/ But at the end of the night we’ll rest our bones.”

Dark, creepy sketches.  Of black ink.

It's gonna be alright.When the lights go out.

    

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