You know, in case you like listening to me talk at my guests for half an hour over and over again.
The Slobbering Beast of Power
Beneath the uniforms, costumes of power or the suits of fashionable exuberance lurks naked flesh. Often flabby and unimpressive. The victims of such know the putrid stench on their breath, the sickly odour of sweat, the repulsive effluent of discharge as it penetrates...





























