12 Inches
September 9, 2008
A record of a winter bonfire is played at half speed, the cracks and snaps become spluttering quacks as a cloud of brown lemonade crystallises beneath my bottom. The bowl wall is flecked like old wallpaper.
A blog about my anus and all the wonderful things which pass through it
A record of a winter bonfire is played at half speed, the cracks and snaps become spluttering quacks as a cloud of brown lemonade crystallises beneath my bottom. The bowl wall is flecked like old wallpaper.
