We dance through roman showers and swallow our delusions and beg forgiveness as spite consumes us. Who has not awoken to find their sandbox full of s*..
A good silhouette screams in the distance. No. My face is torn. Goodbye to bloated and festering time. Goodbye to seas of change. A quarter for the ma..
What can you say to a man who has no culture to bind his mind and keep it snug
and safe from all the razorblade eyes that cut straight through like b..