Oh joy. I could poke you through your soft pink flesh and there will be a never ending black hole of lumps that will come in contact with my fingernails. I can wade through your skin and be lost in a forever changing maze. Do not, I repeat, do not challenge me. I have butts of steel. Fuck this.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
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