Warpaint - The Fool: -deluxe Edition- -2011-

“The warpaint.” The Fool tapped her temple. “In your head. The sound you make when you’re trying to be brave but you’re really just a fool.”

June walked toward it, barefoot, the gravel biting. Warpaint - The Fool -Deluxe Edition- -2011-

The first time June saw the Fool, she was washing her mother’s car in the dark. “The warpaint

June hugged her arms. “Heard what?”

The Fool pulled a crumpled set list from her jacket pocket. It was handwritten on the back of a receipt: dark as dried blood but sweet-smelling

She handed June a small tin. Inside was a paste, dark as dried blood but sweet-smelling, like roses and gasoline.