a skerry of desire rose up on chalk white cliffs eclipsing even the salt taste that lingered on my tongue. cunt is not a curse word. cunt is the centre of all things. cunt is perfection in flesh.
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speak to the dark angels
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speak to the dark angels
posted by Russell CJ Duffy at Friday, December 02, 2005
4 Comments:
welcome back dreamweaver. i have missed you. and yeah, i know what you mean.
Taking the O out of Country eh?
Two points for the band...
roger>>>and two for the audience
roger>>>Big Country?
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