from the vault: jerry figi
december Vol. 6 — 1964 Eve of November The night is full of sharp things: tiny teeth, and iron fence-spikes spearing wind. Thorn trees scratch at the sky, and hooves […]
december Vol. 6 — 1964 Eve of November The night is full of sharp things: tiny teeth, and iron fence-spikes spearing wind. Thorn trees scratch at the sky, and hooves […]