"i don't know what to call it"|
"goddammit, call it love"
"why didn't i think of that?"
i'm swimming so hard thinking holy shit
i am not going to drown then this fucking crocodile comes and my bottom of my left leg is gone
and so it doesn't hurt much
and so i remember the different women i've exchanged eskimo kisses with
and how size does matter
when it comes to noses
and, i guess, brain tumors
and, obviously, cocks
Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien