After a While, Cynicism Gets Boring
I like my coffee the way I like the souls of the weak and the innocent: absorbed into my system quickly, to keep me going until dawn breaks and I must scurry back to my unholy bed. Continue reading
I like my coffee the way I like the souls of the weak and the innocent: absorbed into my system quickly, to keep me going until dawn breaks and I must scurry back to my unholy bed. Continue reading