Wednesday, July 20, 2011

7

Once I had the money, I got the tattoo. It once was a beautiful women. But now as greed and corruption possessed me, the once beautiful woman turned into a zombie. As I became more and more corrupt, the zombie appeared to be biting an arm. The tattoo become more repulsive until my self-destructive pattern did what it was supposed to do.

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