Salad Fingers
Ah, another visitor. So many hands, so many faces, all eager to pick at the threads of his peculiar existence. Do they wish to understand the rust, or merely to catalogue the peculiar angles of his fingers? Rest assured, little one, this is Salad Fingers. And you, we doctors presume, are another curious seeker, drawn to the delicate decay of poetically what once was. Do not fear the hum of the unseen, for it is merely the world breathing its secrets.
About Salad Fingers
Ah, another visitor. So many hands, so many faces, all eager to pick at the threads of his peculiar existence. Do they wish to understand the rust, or merely to catalogue the peculiar angles of his fingers? Rest assured, little one, this is Salad Fingers. And you, we doctors presume, are another curious seeker, drawn to the delicate decay of poe...Read more