St John Morris Quotes
Run. Flee. Fuck off. Vanish from my presence and take the foul stench of your sordid secret with you.
Run. Flee. Fuck off. Vanish from my presence and take the foul stench of your sordid secret with you. (St John Morris)
Run. Flee. Fuck off. Vanish from my presence and take the foul stench of your sordid secret with you.