tsk, tsk!!! trust me in this as i know the future is absolute; so very certain. when it comes, you will know your place in this mad, mad world. until then, we have said all we can say (have done all we can do among the wet sheets and dingy back streets of cockney, london). […]
Month: June 2017
the madman’s story of the monk and the dust 06112017
the headless monk came to deveaux island to study among the earthly trees, to discover the phencyclidine for the dust, and to feel so very small to the known universe as the atlantic laps against the bare shore. he asked one too many times for the virginity of the mature ooman for it tastes so […]
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