Friday, June 20

Murphy, the patron saint of petulant pretty boys everywhere, the compulsive rubber of her face into soft kitten bellies, the debilitated drinker of spirits, one in heart and soul with chinese food, believes she writes predominantly about herself and that it really ought to stop.


Blackstratblues said...

No it must never stop.

. said...

oh no. You mustn't.
Most not stop.