“The lines seemed to be present at birth and didn’t follow any other known body system such as vessels or nerves. Instead, they create sweeping chest arcs, mountainous shapes across the back, and swirling butt loops.”

“For Turing,” Aragorn uttered, a cock in each fist.

“the cycle of trauma will continue”

Bits of Mouth, name of my new band.

That’s a helluva grudge