subtype@404.city

@subtype:frisk.space

polish, english

We went back up the mountain
We sat down upon our front porch
And come yonder carryin' a bucket
Was our child doin' his chores
So we drunk down a bucket of choke-cherry wine
And she dunked her thumbs inside
With her thumbs dyed red she grabbed my head
And she gouged out both of my eyes