I wanted to cry this afternoon but found my mind couldn't find a picture pathetic enough, no shots of knives and no poison to flush thru my veins to make my eyes bleed.

That's something but it's not sad.




Jesus and Jane tag along for an evening of tears, hugs, and philosophical knife wielding

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