THE AXE
gone, but never forgotten.
and never is a promise.
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- face down in the rain with a stilleto between my s...
- hungover and reeking of raw eggs
- minor rebellion in an ammonia bath
- railroad spike through the orbital
- cannonball with a blubberbutt
- a novel laced with beer and coffee stains
- blast from the past with a broken back
- long hard and satisfying
- band names that would rock grandma's socks off
- bloody knuckles in the winter
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