Grace Greer Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

The Podcast

A shrew, a wife, a whore. Those seemed to be my choices. I ask any man reading this, how could you decide whether to be a villain, a worker, or a plaything?

Oh, and don’t miss the local diner on Main St. – the best pancakes everrr! It’s a tiny spot with big dreams. Sometimes I have flashbacks to moments in A Separation: despair meets hope. Profound moments, dude!

Obituary for Everett Greer, Jr.