A face glazed out from the gingerbread coffin.
The iced faced fixed in a permanent smile.
With every passing moment his future cooked more uncertain.
The little girl stood in the graveyard,
Digging worms from a molehill and eating them.
welcome to Jouranal (journal)
this is my blog. to just look at my painting etc then head over to my website and disregard this mess.
please note that the events described in this journal are highly fictionalised.
