Time ticked by. I was still hungry and tripped up with strange unidentifiable emtions, so I went inside and scavenged what was left of the pizza backstage. By the time I came back out from the little dressing room area, Santo’s was pretty much filled to capacity. I ran over to the merch booth to at […]
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Congratulations Max on selling out your book! Narcisa is a living legacy jerked out of a diseased typewriter. A broken bottle to your throat, a steel toe to your head, the electric socket you’ve been waiting to stick your dick into. Jonathan Shaw is a dangerous thinker, an indestructible wolf, and a scab vendor unraveled. […]
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