Monday, March 16, 2009
Demon's Slack (Bong Damnation)
She smelled the thing before she saw in the room open and clean, it sat as a jackal on her fireplace hearth and heart - used and full leftover dust, air sprites ran away from light, raising her hackle finally her eyes drank slender neck, smokey blue vein to the huge bowl there pill halves, cigarette...
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