"The intersecting narrative, shot back and forth with precision and prose between the soberly named A,B,C and M is both witty and brooding. Lines like, Raped until I cum and I couldn’t love you any less, will either make you wince or wow. "
Monday, August 23, 2010
First spot for Rhumm.
"The intersecting narrative, shot back and forth with precision and prose between the soberly named A,B,C and M is both witty and brooding. Lines like, Raped until I cum and I couldn’t love you any less, will either make you wince or wow. "
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Nailed it, you talented motherfucker.
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