Here's an oldie - but a goody! Time Flies Fly rotated and tilted its bulbous head. It was looking at me. I was too mangled to shoo or wave it away, in too much pain to really care. “Do you want to die?” Fly asked. “Fuck off,” I spat. “You might linger for hours .… Continue reading Time Flies
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