How come
I can make you come,
she said,
but I can never make you go?
Oh what filth it was, she said,
Talking to him about love,
And oh what a downer it was
Waking up with an autoerotic
Skullduggish clown like him.
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I guess I should mention that this blog turned 20 years old last month.
It’s true that I haven’t been writing much for the past few years, but then
you hav...
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