The scampering sheep oh too often speak ill of wolves, but little do they realise that they too are wolves in sheep clothing.
Wandering eyes that do not belong should keep theirs to themselves. And their shrivelled lips for that matter.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
If i have no other virtue, I at least have the permanent novelty of free, uninhibited sensation.
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