the year is 2017. people are discoursing about dirk all over my dash. the heavens are crying as i slowly scribble a dirk that is neither soft or mean. he is just purely, solely and inconceivably tired. so tired.
the year is 2017. people are discoursing about dirk all over my dash. the heavens are crying as i slowly scribble a dirk that is neither soft or mean. he is just purely, solely and inconceivably tired. so tired.