A love triangle unfurls between a boy, his head, and his bedroom window. There's an appetite for the sybaritic, just as there happens a queer light, rock and rolling off the glass. What does the flesh of grass taste like?
A love triangle unfurls between a boy, his head, and his bedroom window. There's an appetite for the sybaritic, just as there happens a queer light, rock and rolling off the glass. What does the flesh of grass taste like?
Zachary Goldkind
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