A little cup I made from a broken coconut. There is someting ancient in creating items from scratch, I feel them as more personal gifts. I used it as a ritualistic gift to Father Satan. Inside is the best tea I probably ever made. I dont really drink wine, so I have just cheap and sour wine home.
“Out of life's school of war—what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger.”
“Have I been understood?—*Dionysus versus the crucified*.—“
