So incendiary and decadent. Forlorn fruit. Surrendered temptation and sullied decency. Backsliding into adolescence when idealistic intentions reigned supreme and the rain superseded the thunder and lightning superficially ceded inelegantly against the criminally abused barn door of brilliance that suspends our disbelief only long enough to slap us squarely across the face of our fadingContinue reading “Delusional Intoxicant Fit- Part 3 “Fell in love with an stripper””
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