Warpaint - The Fool -deluxe Edition- -2011-

There she was. A girl—no, a woman—no, something else entirely. She sat cross-legged on the cracked asphalt, a vintage cassette deck in her lap. Her hair was a tangle of black and silver, and her eyes were closed. On her cheeks, hand-painted in what looked like crushed berries and soot, were two white streaks: one sharp as a razor, the other soft as a breath.

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June dipped her finger in the paste. She drew a shaky line down the Fool’s nose, then another across her chin. It was clumsy. It was perfect. There she was

June walked toward it, barefoot, the gravel biting. Her hair was a tangle of black and