Bodies are piling up.
Bodies are piling up by Smokey Farris Bodies are piling up. Perhaps Dirk would have a mishap. James may like to hack me up with
Bodies are piling up by Smokey Farris Bodies are piling up. Perhaps Dirk would have a mishap. James may like to hack me up with
Peace and dolls, models I’d fuck. by Smokey Farris Tea jew, Jack wanted me to inform you the sex seeve has arrived at our eastern
Weak Bonds by Smokey Farris The weak bonds that once broke buttons bounce suddenly off cold remedies and Bahrain memories from the burning palms to
Let’s get drunk and mess around. by Smokey Farris Let’s get drunk and mess around. with my eye patch and my wooden leg. “Hubba Hubba,”
The Galtard Feed by Smokey Farris The Galtard feed, holy upper ionosphere. Fragrant weeds and flowers line the seashore. Fish and seahorse alike try to
The eyes of the water are open by Smokey Farris The eyes of the water are open The ears, however can not hear the sounds
Another 2-d Christmas by Smokey Farris Fiesta frisbee legs running a gun. Raspberry look a little giggle and a little tongue pulling in the sweet
Lie Prone by Smokey Farris 1. Lie prone and relax your back. Wear an evening gown first. Wear a spider ring from the Halloween before
Up to her triceps in moisture wraps by Smokey Farris Up to her triceps in moisture wraps Spiraling hair snips, crash the face Devastate the
Hemispheres of Huck Finns Drawing and poem by Smokey Farris How weird wearing sweaters like space gorfs High above orbital pumpkin fields. I am hypertensive,