Cotton Candy Fan
September 19, 2011, by Homme de Sept-Îles
Bolan and his sticky guilt.
Takes his family home. By the time he keys open the front door, he’s forgotten the winning play. By the time he’s tucked in his daughter, he’s forgotten the winning team. By the time he’s had his last valium of the day, he’s forgotten the outing in its entirety.
don’t expect me to watch football don’t expect me to care for rapists
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