i feel sorry for anyone who breaks into my apartment/house. All they’ll find is a bunch of badly preserved skulls, all the clothes I’ve inherited from my parents (only child makes hand me downs even more exciting?) and all the books I stole from my high school library the week before I graduated (my revenge for six years of bad eduction and subtle abuse).
Unless you’re into dead things or 30+ year old leather jackets that have hit the road more than once, I feel like I’ll have let you down some how? You can have some of my art prints if you like I guess? If you’re into chickens or fat ginger guys.