the sun's going down. we should find a place to stay.
how about that place?
to many dolomite columns - gives me the creeps
how about this little number?
smacks of pretence.. who needs that much marble?
perhaps they had a fetish?
a marble fetish?
sure. you haven't lived until you've felt the cool, smooth touch of a slab of black golden portoro on your inner thigh...
strangely, i believe you.
...you should see what oyster beige does to a man...
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
Not me of course... I swear I've never touched the stuff...