dieing breeds
olive skin and short black hair sitting in her car making complaints. i wonder for what kind of world jacqui was hoping. welcome to tappetyshire. the children are on leashes. if anything rash happens the authorities close the bridge as a contamination safeguard. i blame this olive skinned chauffeur for all of it. at least for bringing me here within this tightly packed flesh twitching with judgement. the suburban castles are patrolled and fortified. entry is recognized simply by the color of feathers.