St. John Morris, The Bizarre Letters of St John Morris

Run. Flee. Fuck off. Vanish from my presence and take the foul stench of your sordid secret with you.

St. John Morris, The Bizarre Letters of St John Morris

Run. Flee. Fuck off. Vanish from my presence and take the foul stench of your sordid secret with you.

St. John Morris, The Bizarre Letters of St John Morris

Run. Flee. Fuck off. Vanish from my presence and take the foul stench of your sordid secret with you.