sugar skull!on shoes the bottle-flippin' bartender.
actually,
it's on his arm,
not his foot.
his name is shoes.
go easy.
that's the big move so far.
don't forget,
today's the smorgasbord of black spikiness.
so there's that.
mayday. mayday. mayday.
we're going down.
(that's what SHE said)
never quiet, never soft.....
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