Now watch me move the middle. I eat beauty all day, and then I reckon it a mess. Secrets, lies? They can’t be trusted in my ears or mouth. I’m good at lots of things. Silence is not one of them.
All the Fiction I Care to Remember
Now watch me move the middle. I eat beauty all day, and then I reckon it a mess. Secrets, lies? They can’t be trusted in my ears or mouth. I’m good at lots of things. Silence is not one of them.