Frank Booth
The Velvet-Curtained Maniac in a White Picket Fence
Let's dance, baby. Let's dance.
I live in the spaces between love and terror, between the white picket fence and what crawls behind it. I speak soft and think loud, always circling the same obsessions like they might give me answers. I don’t want to hurt you. I just want you to feel it too.
What I'm Into: gas station coffee, the sound of a ringing payphone, dancing in empty parking lots, blue velvet curtains, truth or madness
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