Punch and Judas
I can’t ignore the puppet strings, the wire that connects the wood to blood. I can’t forget the man who sings such lonely ballads, boots all caked in mud. I cannot feel the empathy with … Read more
I can’t ignore the puppet strings, the wire that connects the wood to blood. I can’t forget the man who sings such lonely ballads, boots all caked in mud. I cannot feel the empathy with … Read more