Selfportraits
Read with low voice á la Sin city/film noir
Yesterday. Took my new camera out for a spin. 4 am, no model in sight. Well, someone had to do the dirty job, so I guessed I was the only one around since the cats wouldn't work for free. Poured out some of that blood that just wouldn't be kept in the tiny freezer. Stepped into the tub.
Coudn't hide it for long; I am a slob. A dirty, nasty punk with mental issues.
Enjoy.
