Once upon a time, right here in Central, there was a butcher named Barry who loved his work. His favorite part was cutting up the meat into little, tiny pieces. But one day, Barry found that cutting up beef and pork wasn’t enough anymore so he took to the streets and began cutting up people instead, night after night! In time, of course, Barry was caught, but not before 23 victims had fallen prey to him and his knife. Naturally, after terrorizing Central for so long, Barry was sent to the gallows for his wicked deeds! And the world was happily rid of yet another evil man… At least, that’s what everyone out there believes…
I should have a tag and properly post all my WIP graphics just when I get to the point where I start thinking about what lyrics/text to add.
ian bohen | vma 2012
When the last living thing dies, my job is finished. I’ll put the chairs on tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.
Midsummer’s Eve: the calm, non-drunken version
On the ferry to grandma’s house, watch people dance around the Maypole, solve a crossword and lay dat 1,500 pieces puzzle.
