Hieronymus

I can put up a lie, I spend my whole life to deceive,
what stops me from doing it now? The tongue
between my teeth, and the taste of blood is my relief
from this little violin horror show! Begone!
I have had enough!

– Hieronymus; Enough!

All work relating to Hieronymus:

Enough! | Far too Far

Come and Dance with Me

Misc:

Hardly Even a Sonnet | Epistle 1

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