You’re furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You’re furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don’t give her water. You’re furious.
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I’m sure that’s just what the French had in mind when they crated her up and shipped her over way back in the day. Budget cuts forced the change to a torch. I think I read that on Wikipedia.
July 6th, 2006 at 6:15 am
I’m sure that’s just what the French had in mind when they crated her up and shipped her over way back in the day. Budget cuts forced the change to a torch. I think I read that on Wikipedia.