Six feet below. Six feet above.
Fresh for spring.
Products
Loved-up in the most morbid of manners
The love of the macabre.
Plagued by feelings of love
Embracing the sickness.
Embrace da evils
Santa departs. Satan enters.
It’s time for trash
Get your garb.
It’s a pumkpin kind of magic
But look at their range!
Smell that?
There’s so much of it about.
Praise be. It’s your birthday.
No offence intended.
Not funny any more
When the laughter stops.
What are you doing?
Oh, right.
The inner beauty
You’re dead sexy.
Shop ’til you plop
All the crap.
Summer strangeness
It must be the heat.
Apeshit
Say it loud and say it proud.
Happiness at home
The perfect family unit.