010314 #jonquil Mary's cut-off FUCK THE HELL OUT OF BEN t-shirt barely covered her fine, pale ribcage. Her green plaid boxers only covered half of the second installment, that she had carved two days before. Last night Gwen had reverently traced the words with her fingertips, then ever so lightly, trembling, with her lips: > thrashing in the dark. Inside you > there's an artist you don't know about