A series of sketches born in rush hour.''what they said'',Praise for Clownfish by Maria Teamy mouth was hanging open.I was eating a fly, i saw her coming.It was something else,i thought his dick was real,it was stressful, but worth it. It was like being stuck in the lift with your best man. You can't fuck- and there's nothing else to do,i mean- it didn't seem like nothing. more like- a lostchild waiting to be picked up by the fashion police,i wanted to kill myself- then i thought it's too late.
