‘57 Cadillac
The world isn't pretty. The wood of society that built this institution splinters and implants itself like a tracking device in your finger. But your heartbeat is like the ticking of a time bomb about to explode. We merely exist.
I want to run away and join the circus.
Disclaimer: I do not own all of the images that I post. All due respect to those who brought their brilliance to light. If I do, however, own a picture posted here, I'll make it quite clear.
I want to run away and join the circus.
Disclaimer: I do not own all of the images that I post. All due respect to those who brought their brilliance to light. If I do, however, own a picture posted here, I'll make it quite clear.
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