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.
Aren’t They All Special?
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Although I’ll have to admit that I was obsessed with getting good shots of
the Gambel’s Quail and the Curve-billed Thrashers, I certainly didn’t
ignore all...
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