shake hands on it
break hands on it
take hands on it
make hands on it
it's not not what it's got no no not never either tether banded branding bending shit fit seized it out
with a black pen i wrote my name in red ink, until all i had with me was a foul odour amidst a fetid passenger, clutching for dear life upon my back, its rakish claws dragging themselves ever inwards. pv rh ima vhr