my body's a ball of compressed bone my legs don't stretch my neck is bent like a coat hanger my back is bent like a neck and the dregs of guinness in my room smell like marmite thick slow brown sludge
08/03/2010
Wonderfully evocative language.
Not sure whether you meant to mark this as explicit, but regardless, it is fantastic. On a related note, I would love a Guinness about now.
