More from guest blogger GFH.
Drumpft has sailed
unto his rest.
Senile retribution
there must be forgot,
and loy'lty test
and all that pussy-grabbin'
where the loser's
ceas'd to be a star --
now just some burnt shit
in a jar.
Exterior. A dusky wood. Night. Middle-aged writer Dante Alighieri avoids a trio of hungry beasts with aid from the Roman poet Virgil. Th...
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