I’m fading out of a battered house in the arse-end of Hungary, knee deep in London dry empties and the old hacking bellow chasing me… I manage to crack open something eyelid-like and the h… more →
ill reputeEli wrote 1 year ago: I’m fading out of a battered house in the arse-end of Hungary, knee deep in London dry empties … more →
Eli wrote 1 year ago: Fournier has a wild face on him and he knocks chunks out of the room on his way through the door. Th … more →
Eli wrote 1 year ago: Soon enough it gets to where the shark is afoot. All teeth and piggy black eyes, a natural outcome o … more →
Eli wrote 1 year ago: By the way he’s hissing my name I know I don’t want to turn around… but Campari an … more →
Eli wrote 1 year ago: The place is just the right kind of dim… shouting distance of gloomy, but to a connoisseur it … more →
Eli wrote 1 year ago: Skin’s crawling being back here… after so long in varied forms of Foreignesia where peop … more →