What if I find my angel was a demon?
What if I find my wrongs were mostly right?
What if Jim Morrison had been a woman?
These are the things that keep me up at night.
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Random Misanthrope 
A lady would never soil herself on a barstool.
Fais de beaux rêves, mon petit chou.
😀
Did I ever tell you about one of my goals? If I ever have a spare moment in Paris (which is likely not bound to happen), I’m going to his grave and pissing on it. A fitting tribute.
Haha, let me know. You Gwen and I can go do it together. It’d make a fab pic. 🙂