ANARCHY IN THE UK by THE SEX PISTOLS. Story by ChatGPT.
As the night wore on, we took turns sharing our dreams of a world free from authority and limitations.
As the night wore on, we took turns sharing our dreams of a world free from authority and limitations.
Maria Majsa Back bedroom, Pakuranga, Auckland 1978 I held the popsicle to my left ear while my brother stabbed away at my right. It was a warm day and I could feel the popsicle oozing down my neck. Blood and raspberry, an indistinguishable mess.