portraiture above firelight breathes and blinks.

lightness, i charge you with this sign. 

from the rope-trick to the paper-chase. 

and living in darker hues.

and meatier sanctuaries.

meatier meteors.

rufflier rumblers.

and berserker amontillado.

but why are the oysters so sharply shod? there shouldn’t be seafaring supernaturals. they’re averse to salt you see, Sir Carroll. voles would've been scores of swarms better, but wouldn't have buttered your bread from 1812 until the hack

T. Burton taps Danny Elfman again.