Art is dead. Art remains dead. And we have killed it. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? -by me, trust
I think this movie is an allegory for fentanyl
Art is dead. Art remains dead. And we have killed it. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? -by me, trust
I think this movie is an allegory for fentanyl
My favourite film that includes a close-up of a pig's balls
The freaky dude with eyes on his palms must have the cleanest asshole because he knows exactly where to wipe 🤔