Monday, February 12, 2018

10,515. POST-COTILLION BLUES

POST-COTTILLION BLUES
I came home with a black eye.
Well, two - one from him and
one from you. Malicious animal,
this glamour of jealous, and washboard
of malice. I left licking a spoon to
my bloody crushed ego. Teeth
never tasted so good.

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