One could pass valuable hours - perhaps days - doing nothing but hanging by one's earlobes, strung by a thin white-hot wire, burning with ecstasy. Up through eternity and further, I myself have often succumbed.
One could pass valuable hours - perhaps days - doing nothing but hanging by one's earlobes, strung by a thin white-hot wire, burning with ecstasy. Up through eternity and further, I myself have often succumbed.