All is well in Violence City.


The HedgeThe Hedge I have a small pair of scissors in my hand. There is no question that they are hopelessly inadequate for the task. The silver of them glints against my nail polish, and they glitter in the lights from the hedge. In front of me the hedge stretches for miles. In an odd way I only half comprehend, I know instinctively that it is longer even than this- strange twists of light consThe Hedge
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. varium et mutabile semper femina ♥ .
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Surreal and Psychedelic
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"Where the spirit does not work with the hand there is no art." - Leonardo da Vinci
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