JESUS CHRIST MADE SEATTLE UNDER PRESSURE It’s like hearing Jesus talk in his sleep, Jefferson unconscious conversing with founding fathers. Uncle James would have
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
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the space between longing and loneliness I’ve grown dependent on this pretence we endure: every night, lying on your bath mat, staring longingly at
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Grand Little Things 