Placebo
Rasputina
Brian Molko images
why was i entitled this breath??
hold me under cut away this rotting - /poetry\....rip the flesh from my bones, drink the blood from my body. inhabit the space between my skin and my soul, porcelain teeth tapping the crust of your mind. read my livejournal they are one and one is all.
sparkle in a world of turquoise pools, polka dots in the landscape of a land coated in sugar. drink absinthe with starlets of a past defined with black and white, shoot pool with gangsters in tight black pants with ducktails and ciggarettes. visit pheobe's livejournal.
