Oh, you lovely boy. You smell so sweet. We ride so well, and we load our pistols as we perch upon my razor wings. Up to the planets, up to the bodies of the galaxy… We fly, we feed, we suck, we bleed, we need…
About
my name is christopher bird. i like to write things in notebooks, and never let people read them. i find not being stuck in gigantic mazes really refreshing, and enjoy looking at design and fashion from far away. sometimes i work as a graphic designer, sometimes i don't. currently, by day, i'm a recovering narcissist and budding personal mythologist. i prefer to think i'll never quite pin down what i am by night. (but being a monster sounds fun.)
