Nice
Just thought I’d say— before we were separated and tortured, and I gave you up for what you hadn’t done— it was nice when you put your head on my shoulder as we slept in our seats on the plane.
Just thought I’d say— before we were separated and tortured, and I gave you up for what you hadn’t done— it was nice when you put your head on my shoulder as we slept in our seats on the plane.
From what black, pressured cavein the depths of commercedid you summon this five-tentacled thing presented as choice towardssham consent, flabby foldsand pink creases smiling sans lips or teeth?