I love the suit…

the mask
the muse
the dagger

let’s step into the hall of mirrors

see the clowns… crucified on the ceiling,
Jesus in their arms
and a child
barefoot angels with their throat slit
and wings torn

but that’s just the décor for a Hollywood
slideshow

corpses taste like heroin
don’t they ?

let’s meet the stars… over here, miss, by the penny arcade