Rain in St. Louis: The cold of a fished-out corpse, all is dim, a darkening of the world akin to a final glaucoma across the eye of god. Let's find out what a gun barrel tastes like.
Rain in St. Louis: The cold of a fished-out corpse, all is dim, a darkening of the world akin to a final glaucoma across the eye of god. Let's find out what a gun barrel tastes like.
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(Thanks, Beau!)
(Thanks, Beau!)
It's been a sub optimal day, so I'm sticking with my go-to answer for this one. Everybody's favorite gay hitmen, Fante and Mingo from The Big Combo. "I can't swallow no more salami."
... and yes, everything DOES have to be gay, thanks for asking!
It's been a sub optimal day, so I'm sticking with my go-to answer for this one. Everybody's favorite gay hitmen, Fante and Mingo from The Big Combo. "I can't swallow no more salami."
... and yes, everything DOES have to be gay, thanks for asking!
Give it a read:
Give it a read:
Anyway - it's very good.
My pick is Black Gravel.
(stares into the distance)
My pick is Black Gravel.
(stares into the distance)
Wired: Fungus peeping
Wired: Fungus peeping