I used to think of it as a compliment from bewilderment. But now that I hear it so often it just sounds like everyone's staring at the bearded woman in the circus. I'd stay in a carnival cage too.
Reaching for the stars on the wings of pigs with all the good things from these very hands. Hands of the love machine. Opal Doily, she is me. Custom work, special orders, inquiries to hiljoy.arellano@gmail.com
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