let live… and die…

On my way down to the local spar to pick up some icing-less doughnuts with extra large holes for Je’anna (long story, later) this little chorus formed in my mind’s ear. Now for those of you who may not have gathered yet, I sometimes like to refer to myself and my core aesthetics as being somewhat ‘closet-goth’. My friends often scoff at the ‘closet’ part.

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