out of Autumn, with a low, white, milky sun when a dark, awkward Freya bmx'd out of the woods doing one ton, done a skid near your kindling and pushed your rake inside - would you grab a hot, bread twist and crumble it near her groin or get the bus up town, go to the indoor market and look at goth or rock s**t?
Posted By: malkybarkid, Apr 25, 12:52:13
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