what you see on the surface is a lie against the eye lavish sequences unfold for the show to be performed you only like them the soft parts covering the wit that is sharp theContinue reading
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I’m bored to death, but not dead yet
…next thing I know, I’m in some bar in Mexico It’s late and they swallow cheap shots of mezcal The night shapes that feeling, surreal, bizarre Will the guy with the mustache punch the otherContinue reading