SLOR OF BABE-YLON

If you, Joel, and I sold our seed to Satan and he gave birth to a wee lady babe, born from the womb holding a tattoo gun in one hand, a slice of pizza in the other, doning a crown of gypsum, she would grow up to be Aminah Slor. I've been tryin to get her back to Portland to tattoo my lucky dreg hoof forever but you wont even fuckin draw it so I guess it doesn't matter.

Cosmic Comfort Cougar Club

Getting lost in the desert at night, no flashlight, hiking slowly uphill through a gravel for hours trying to convince yourself the stick your holding will protect you from a cougar attack if you use it right, trying not to fall back too far into straggling range with nothing but canyon walls ahead and behind you.
This would be my purgatory.

f your s

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