Journal #0000000 ~ Concluding The Ballad of Willoughby Toad

You thought you'd seen the last of me, didn't you? Well you were wrong. I'm lying on my belly on the soft white skull of a cloud, heavy with rain below, staring down through the mist above the rugby stadium. It's fucking cold and my damp ragged fox costume clings to my shivering skin. To … Continue reading Journal #0000000 ~ Concluding The Ballad of Willoughby Toad

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