that twisted five digit swagger
belies bleary christmas eyes.
dull, blank and dead.
"whatcha got under that flap?"
a stinky dime, a trusty blade, and a 5lb pull to solitude.
just give me those eyes again...
EL SANGRE DULCE
Look at me when I'm hacking at you, motherfucker.
belies bleary christmas eyes.
dull, blank and dead.
"whatcha got under that flap?"
a stinky dime, a trusty blade, and a 5lb pull to solitude.
just give me those eyes again...
EL SANGRE DULCE
Look at me when I'm hacking at you, motherfucker.
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