The only bone I've ever broken was in the littlest toe on my right foot I hope to die from a surfeit of eels My birthday is July 17th In the summer I sleep between white cotton sheets My clock/radio is tuned to dead air More about me.
I hope to die from a surfeit of eels
My birthday is July 17th
In the summer I sleep between white cotton sheets
My clock/radio is tuned to dead air
More about me.