KrangkaDelic 458 Posted June 22, 2016 :ph34r: :ph34r: :ph34r: :ph34r: today we learned that father killed us: me, christina, anabelle. tuesdays racing slips fall from his worn hands to the waste paper basket, like shit confetti argyle. relisher. Yolanda. Sips at four, for funeral plans. excelsior. Share this post Link to post