Posterboard

[marisolfcanela]

This section of the wall is covered in strips of paper, some torn, some not - bits of scribbles about money, employment, or anything else someone might care to leave in a bar appear here.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I dream of the embrace of a dead god. Wrapped in cloud and lulled by the wind's secrets, I am the sacrifice.

[(Anonymous)]

You need to get laid.

[(Anonymous)]

don't put your dick in anyone that talks like this

[(Anonymous)]

I dream of Gabriela's arse