Blue Crayons in the Hands of Children
By FRANK? Piccolella
Blue is the weapon.
One crayon writes on the walls.
Wildlife is in house.
About the Creator
FRANK? Piccolella
I enact many a dad tax on my six yearold twin girls. I am a writer and visual artist. Trying to work harder on the business side now to. Horror is my life. When it isn't I read, write, and Arithmetic. Comics and music shall suffice as well.
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