Kathryn Kelley

mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is.
I know you're expecting art! It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.

Wednesday, July 04, 2012

2012 day 13 | murdering. yum.

Posted by kathkell at 7/04/2012 08:11:00 PM
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