Home is where the Compra y Venta de Oro store is.
This middling city is killing, but the suburbs are worse, made worse by the suburbanites that dwell in them. Pull on the grawlix’s tail and pull and pull until you come face to face with the cunt at the other end.
All teeth and nail, a modern vagina dentata more apt to scratch a car in dead of night in defence of a parking spot than leave a man emasculated, which does nothing but leave us emasculated, ill-equipped as we are for revenge.
Karma is the ultimate gambler's fallacy – why would dice run hot in a universe that is sweating to hit absolute zero? There is no succour, neither in the chirality of dice nor in the promise of nuclear adiabatic demagnetization. Golgotha is a basement and Charles Boyer has got his fat little hands on the gaslight knobs.
Looking to trade albino peacock bones for anything of substance ONO.
Please.
Written on Monday, 5 May 2014