Since It’s Almost Christmas, Darling…
Let’s hunt mice / with flyswatters / and squash their organs / with little butterknives. / Let’s drink / blackberry schnapps / and eat cold grass.
Let’s hunt mice / with flyswatters / and squash their organs / with little butterknives. / Let’s drink / blackberry schnapps / and eat cold grass.
Every year we beg Santa for a few hard-earned gifts, possibly even intangible wants. Don't worry, we know exactly which ones we won't get.
Debauchery and exhaustion take a turn for the better when Nathan finds his way into a gospel Church. A heartwarming familyish story.