Where does it go? Does it happen for other people?

Sorry, it’s really distracting to try and write while exhausted and while Sabrina Carpenter is signing about another woman tasting her pussy on her boyfriend’s lips.

I mean, I know she means it in a mean-spirited way, haha, motherfucker, your man goes down on not you, you get the leftovers, but still.

I guess this is the modern equivalent of lipstick on a collar or the scent of someone else’s perfume on your shirt?

Pussy mouth?

This is a wonderful world, isn’t it?

Target: 1300 words
Written: 907 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Captain Paul, Alexandre Dumas
Comics: Tomb Raider 30-32, Tomb Raider: Epiphany 1
Music: The Weirdness, The Stooges (yikes, downhill, guys)