Lally's face is a mask I fucken adore, suspended in time forever as slugs whistle and pierce the evening sky… — DBC Pierre
Lally's face is a mask I fucken adore, suspended in time forever as slugs whistle and pierce the evening sky. He dances mid-air as chunks of his body pelt down like rain, before the bulk of him thuds twitching to the ground.
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