12:45 am
Her cunt crew, the fox flew
The bells are striking thirty-two.
Every moment since eleven
Shall be the next to fall from heaven.
12:45 am
Her cunt crew, the fox flew
The bells are striking thirty-two.
Every moment since eleven
Shall be the next to fall from heaven.
Truly a conundrum. Somehoe I think you relished writing the ‘c’ word. It’s one of the things I like about you–you don’t fuck around. KB