on 12 July 2010
You have to be there, private and painful, white coats, excruciatingly troubled indeed, fantastic shoes, laughter and more laughter, tears, shock, what's going on? Breakdown, crisis, pleasure, brutal, distressed, carrots, wooden spoon, confession. Pull yourself together. Struggle.
P.... A.... I.... N... what's that spell.
Guilt. Cabbage leaves and cornflakes. Stains. Bondage bandage. Soiled.
Some settling of the contents may have occurred during transit.
Bobby Baker throws the doors open. Well maybe not..pushed aside, using the handles provided.
Come on in, all welcome.
No corner hidden or too dark. This is it.
Lots of blood too. And why not, we have 5 liters sloshing around us.
Some of its bound to spill occasionally.
Detailed lines and lovely colouring in. Lovely.