The Double Handed Wipe
This is a tale to lament the porcelain gleam. Now met its end by lumps of brown and green. Once …
This is a tale to lament the porcelain gleam. Now met its end by lumps of brown and green. Once …
I just gave a painful brown birth. It split me apart, with it’s wide girth. When it landed into the …
It brewed inside like a colossal storm. It began last night and it now it is morn. The seas of …
Four coffees deep and I’m touching cloth. It sleuths out slowly just like a sloth. The stench is pungent, heavy …