Treasure Island

Horatiu Stamatin

(Romania)

(my lady…)


My lady neighbour is another pope. She drinks water with the cross and her arms stretch to the other side of the river where a saint is sleeping. Because she drinks the saint’s mouth too.

Submitted: Sunday, August 10, 2008

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