by JJ

Today there was not enough pills, and I had to migraine by orgasm. Orgasm, when you have migraines, is a time-consuming and very ungrateful thing. I don’t want anything, fantasies don’t work. Hot blacks confusedly smoke in the side and offer to pour a cup. Devastating nuns fatiguedly bring in order a fairly abandoned garden, and occasional dangerous strangers finally decided to perform all their tasks and do not respond to calls. And the other, and the other.