Is there a fridge left? We burned the furniture to keep warm. We hocked our clothes for a last meal. We lay together like salamanders writhing in mud until some fruity cartoonist gave us the coup de grace. She even twisted our bleep third-panel so that the River of Passion runs not unto the Delta. It’s OVER.
Is there a fridge left? We burned the furniture to keep warm. We hocked our clothes for a last meal. We lay together like salamanders writhing in mud until some fruity cartoonist gave us the coup de grace. She even twisted our bleep third-panel so that the River of Passion runs not unto the Delta. It’s OVER.