She had a greed for speed, amphetamine avarice, barefaced wildness and her name was Alice. Her sandpaper voice was a relentless screech, a tidal swash and swill that echoed down the beach. Alice tripped through life in a sanguine reverie, believing that the fourth rule would keep her spirit free. She didn’t give zilch for […]
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