For it is the suffering flesh, it is suffering, it is death, that lovers perpetuate upon the earth. Love is at once the brother, son, and father of death, which is its sister, mother, and daughter. And thus it is… — Miguel de Unamuno Copy Share Image
“SHALLOW GRAVES Covered in a loose blanket of dirt and rocks Not long since you found yourself broke off Abandoned and alone on the streets But to me, all I see is meat Flesh covered in fear and cheap… — Frank Green Copy Share Image
