She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Monday, September 08, 2008
Pikichu continues his lonely vigil above the cigarettes at the all night Wal-Mart. Druggies, drunks, the sad, the lost, all four of the above. He watches over them and gives them the nails to their coffins.
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