weird thoughts from the hopelessly insane
Born of a wolf, under a dead bloody sun, on a hilarious night of exorcism gone a bit stupid. Perhaps a beast made of rotten strawberries, the rest of this pathetically unclean information should not be asked.
Wednesday, 17 November 2021
What The Hell is This?: Mary Shelley's Frankenstein and The Wolfman
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