The shear curiosity so you read or skim through The decent into morbid hell over what you consumed The sinful regret that washes over you The recollection to MRM and all it's horrors that escaped
Fr though I skimmed chapter one and everything was a shit show. The art is just not it and I'm repulsed by the anatomy. The comments tho got me laughing in tears. Some authors are out of their minds. They intrusively let their ideas run wild on paper without any ounce of shame or regret.
The shear curiosity so you read or skim through
The decent into morbid hell over what you consumed
The sinful regret that washes over you
The recollection to MRM and all it's horrors that escaped
Fr though I skimmed chapter one and everything was a shit show. The art is just not it and I'm repulsed by the anatomy. The comments tho got me laughing in tears. Some authors are out of their minds. They intrusively let their ideas run wild on paper without any ounce of shame or regret.