“Look who’s coming to dinner”?, Pluto said. “That Taurus followed me from space!”
The universal parallax of uneven sky, that is the pencil-neck with frozen time and stolen lies. All that he told Taurus was nothing but sweet lies and self-publish is the golden tomorrow. He sold his plasma to pay rent with his baby mama.
She was a good liar which is just bad.
To be continued…
