there are some things that the bastard can never wash out of his brain.
and now you cannot wash it out of your brain as well.
some call him heavenly in his brilliance. others mean and ruthful of the western dream. i love the friends i have gathered together on this thin raft. we have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping. this is the land where the pharaoh died.
your welcome.
—the bastard
2 comments:
Gracious.
That's can't unhappen, can it?
not for me lobster… not for you either.
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