In Fair Verona Where We Lay Our Scene

Nothing in the world speaks to the desperate nature of escape quite like a bus station. This one was everything one could expect for a middle-sized, forgettable town. Cramped and tiny, it held maybe a handful of people at once. Even from the outside,...

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Interview #1: Lupus

It starts in my throat. There's a desire deep in me that wants to just start howling and when it comes over me, I just can't hold it back. The feeling of power that comes with it just makes me feel so pumped. Like there's something leaping out through...

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Beat At His Own Game

This may or may not have been slightly inspired by some old work of tazo's - i suggest going to his page and checking to be sure. you won't regret it.

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