Nuclear Power Pants flow with a rhythm of conjugal visits, slow at first but desperate and anxious towards the end, seething with anticipation for the next song/visit.
Hello Mother Leopard. I have your cub. You must protect her. But that will be expensive. 10,000 kola nuts. Wrapped in brown paper. Midnight behind the box. I'll be the hyena, you'll see. www.smashedchair.com
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