Just when you thought it was safe to go out in the rain, the Misery and Tragedy Twins take to the streets again. Armed with cigarettes and bags of used books, we will sulk you to death!
Tragedy and his Misery... woe are we.
This is Tragedy, doing his impression of Perchy McLurkenstein.
He is unaware Glam Jim already holds the title in marthon Prophecy-esque perching. Silly Muffin, perching is for fallen angels in bad Christopher Walken movies.
He is the Emily Dickinson...
... to my Paul Verlain. (Someday, we will both grow up to be Arthur Rimbaud.)
What do you do when both of us look horrid in a picture? Toss a filter on it in Photoshop and call it a night.
Of course, if just one of us looks bad I leave it. DAMN YOU FOR HAVING A PRETTY DAY, MUFFIN!
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
- My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson
Ookie Spooky!