Tucks it beneath his mattress. That message is poison to the soul. Or I have escaped the detention center and fled to Canada, where health care is free and the queers are, too. Queer Love in Color. See Post HRC 14 hours ago. His wings melted and he plummeted into the sea and drowned.
I got to thinking.
He got a cell with heated floors, and I was forced to shave my eyebrows and have my pinkie toes sawed off with an electric carving knife. And today, the clouds are soupy. Damn you, Little Cheesehead, damn your muscles and your mayhem! Well, once I sold a blind girl to the circus — but she effing loved it!
See Post HRC 15 hours ago.