Toward a Resurection Aesthetic
He practiced jumping, getting big, breaking some bricks with his head. And then he fell down one of those mine shafts they have everywhere and died…
“But you have another life,” I said. “Look at those hearts.”
He practiced jumping, getting big, breaking some bricks with his head. And then he fell down one of those mine shafts they have everywhere and died…
“But you have another life,” I said. “Look at those hearts.”