Once upon a time one Summer day somewhere in a far away corner of the blogosphere, I went out for a walk. My myopic eye got caught by Keats getting fucked from behind. When I put on my 5€ glasses I saw something different: "Keats is dead so fuck me from behind." I was delighted. … Continue reading Hera Lindsay Bird Live at the Wintec Press Club
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