“My bicycle masters boardwalk and quagmire with aplomb. Those that doubt me, suck cock by choice.”
pagan
Acony ~ Ch. 11
“Counting all different ideas drifting away
Past and present, they don’t matter, now the future’s sorted out
Watch her moving in elliptical patterns
Think it’s not what you say, what you say is way too complicated
For a minute thought I couldn’t tell how to fall out”
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