I got the most perfect ass in this galaxy and in several others. And the imagination kinkier than The Bible serpent's. My soleness, my improbability, my genius, my sickness, my touching of me, myself and I frequently, slowly and acutely. Me. Just Me. Space...ice balls 3 meters in diameter.. lethal feathers of turquoise honey. The smell of plastic when it burns at 4:41AM on Thursdays at crossroads where you can meet the Devil and sell him a soul for your desires.
