I didn't know Edward Scissorhands had relatively normal relatives.
Or maybe this is the vampire branch of the Addams family? (Who wants band jackets when you can have lace and brocade?)
And ladders when you have your own stilts? All the more to stand out from the gloom.
When every day is either Venice or Versailles.
When your skin is as pale as the statues, you have license to feel cracked, weathered, and stained with lichen.
He reminds me of a specific character from a book or a movie, or both. Can you guess?
Where the wild things are tamed and taught to wear suits.
Doesn't he remind you of Heath Ledger? Here are flowers to his memory, and to dreams, which hopefully disturb us more often.
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