Rimonsterr Stories

There's a place way down in Bed-Stuy, Where a boy lives behind bricks, He's got an eye for girls of eighteen, And he turns them out like tricks. I went down to a place in Bed-Stuy, A little liquor on my lips, I let him climb inside my body, And held him captive in my kiss. © 2016. All rights reserved by RiMonsterr

There is a cat breed, named Scottish fold. They named the cats after their ears who fold. And sometimes, just sometimes, people wish they could do the same. All rights reserved.