My mind wanders, imagines, draws up a handful of slugs rolling, writhing in agony on a plate covered in salt. An old woman steps up to the plate, her hands covered in wrinkles and with garden shears she ends their torment, one by one. Shk. Shk. Shk. And I have you to thank for that
There were no pictures and you didn't see my grandparents! My grandmother could look like Helen Mirren for all you know.
My mind wanders, imagines, draws up a handful of slugs rolling, writhing in agony on a plate covered in salt. An old woman steps up to the plate, her hands covered in wrinkles and with garden shears she ends their torment, one by one. Shk. Shk. Shk. And I have you to thank for that
That sounds beautiful!
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