ONE MORE before I stop for the night because now my wrist hurts. I can't just scribble Atrolyx into the margins of a different doodle without going into Atrolyx feels, apparently. I can't wait to someday explain and then break this lad, this good boy, this utter wretch of a sinnamon roll.
A son who failed to grow up to be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned etc etc













