Caligula Syndrome

A Multitudinous mass of masques, mania, musings, mutterings, mini-mutilations (and anything else you could possibly ever possibly hope to dream of) , and all from the glitter-and-gloom art-obsessed chimera brain of a po-mo homo/fledgling tattooist.
Sing your sweet song, manticore, that I might not notice the barbs in your tail and the triple rows of fangs hard at work rending me limb from limb.

Sing your sweet song, manticore, that I might not notice the barbs in your tail and the triple rows of fangs hard at work rending me limb from limb.

(Source: longtimeagoman)