Undies in the rain outside my window Winter-wetted panties but not in the way you might be thinking Cold pink pegs and sad elastic explain today's lack of fantastic Undies in the rain outside my window.
What is freedom, when it is all that remains to you? In exile two brothers pursue an anarchist's trajectory, from an old world into the new, from East to West, subject always to the pleasures & horrors of an enduring flesh, to the ironies of karma & impunity. Love bears thorns, the lost return & the dead are haunted by the living. E P I C D A R K F I C T I O N
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