Roaming by night It’s the end of my ink cartridgeSo I tried a simple juvenile crow, roaming the night, fluffy ball of feather. Caw! caww ! wac ! Ink brush [...]
Roaming Ghoul “It was not any mere artist’s interpretation that we saw; it was pandemonium itself, crystal clear in stark objectivity. That was it, by heaven! The man was not [...]
