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...
