He was a beautiful pagan god with the voice of a serial killer, but that didn’t make him any less god like. It just meant rather than dying in some dank basement or isolated cabin, I’d die bound on an altar as part of some gruesome sacrificial rite. Exsanguinating while he stood over my naked body with my blood dripping from an obsidian blade...Angelina Martin
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About Candace Vianna, The Science of Loving
Candace Vianna, The Science of Loving.
Themes
- Humor — Witty observations and humorous takes on everyday life