"Art is not a thing, it is a way" - Elbert Hubbard

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As I Fade Away I Inhabit Your Soul

Our Alien Mother or My Eyes are Down Here

Brain Fog

Butterflies Enjoy the Salty Taste of Death

What Does it Mean to Kill?

Dead Flowers Need Pollinating Too

In Heaven Everything is Mine

I Floated in a Puddle of Souls for a Century

At First Sight