pigbaby’s JOY OF SEX
an array of terrifying miscellany
I love making Anne chortle.
I realise we have to carry on when despair strikes us (because really, what else can we do?)
But I miss you like an octopus tentacle or a gecko tail.
I can grow another but it won’t be the same. Whenever I go to bed crying I still wake up dreaming of you.
True Love
Oliver. says (23:29):
My value for you and cheese are both high
but I have cheese in my house
and not you
so proximity takes priority.
brb CHEESE
