Beasts in the beard Or a bearded beast? We're every failures feast. Of feat by way of photos leap. A tangled secret, sung to keep. For under glasses, eyes to peep. Or stung by absent grey and fray. As hair collapses years away. And faces change, as seasons by. Love elapses, kittens die. But we are every kisses lie. Or rhyme by way of vengeful time. The ebb and flow of a strung out stanza, Sparked by a camera And signed with a Z. We're every mirrors me.
Each face a new beast!
juxtapolemic 1 year ago
FXmattFX 1 year ago
So much beard.
thelastocean 1 year ago
Still handsome with or without the beard. :)
UntamedTaphophile 1 year ago
This is some serious business folks.
StevenZB1 1 year ago
Oh, MZD. You're my favorite.
lilylaylee 1 year ago
You are so weird. Keep it up!
pdsd16 1 year ago