SOMETHING OLD, SOMETHING NEW

Last modified: Saturday, January 6, 2001 6:20 PM

 

 

Cat's Eyes.

Freshly plucked from the bulging bins of a beadery...

 

Head casting.

Wrenched from the dying loins of a ancient mold...

 

 

Kiss me.

 

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here... You can probably see where this is going, so I should warn you that now would be a good time to flee if you have an aversion to the rehashed fanged and buxotic depravity which will follow.

 

BOOBS AHEAD:
PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!