let’s talk about Pipe
assassins in the lobbyways
Dec 15
One hundred and eighty two women with black hair and delicate ears. Rosebud mouths.
All done, let's eat, pass the olives, pass the capers, pass the bread.
Fragile boards are destroyed in an instant. Some surfers shred all the skin off their hands as they grab at anything that might steady their uncontrolled tumbling amongst the sharp edged stones.
This is The Fear.