Handshake
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?
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?
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.