Rebecca W MorrisApr 15, 20161 minwhen I remembered there was a placesquash out your sausage filter i'll stay here burning fires to the empty black sky you dont need to be i am like a pixellated daemon you...
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Rebecca W MorrisOct 14, 20151 minFlamenco, in BritishLetra 1 today I lost my dignity I will channel it into the wild spirit of the gypsy who spits in the face of civilisation. The black dog...