“serial killer who calls their kills art pieces” is such a common trope, but where lies of p arlecchino really excels is that he actually does walk that walk. like waittt a minute, he’s actually got compelling ideas with this…
Just a heads up if I am acting weird ie spamming tweets but not answering messages, pls be patient, found out this week my mum is dying and might only have weeks to live so that's...shit