Pirate

Hoard compassion.

Voltage (1942) by Dorothea Tanning

I spent the morning reading about Johnny Depp. I imagined being locked up in a mansion, swilling red wine, cursing your ex, chain smoking, missing Marlon Brando badly, feeling your teeth turn gray, minute by minute, feeling your arteries harden, your heartbeats quicken, your fingernails grow brittle, your hair fall out,…