Up top, Quinny Deeps was a naked virgin short of a sacrifice. He’d come out with some really dumb shit. Quinny’d go up to a vampire and ask, “How do you sleep at night?”
One time, over in England to visit some folks, Quinny was offered a pack of dolly mixtures – they’re a kind of candy. He didn’t like those dolly mixtures. “They was no dolls in it,” he complained.
Once when he forgot his meds, Quinny was like, disturbed. Thought transcendental meant a séance for folks with false teeth.
Deeps maybe – deep he ain’t.
One time, over in England to visit some folks, Quinny was offered a pack of dolly mixtures – they’re a kind of candy. He didn’t like those dolly mixtures. “They was no dolls in it,” he complained.
Once when he forgot his meds, Quinny was like, disturbed. Thought transcendental meant a séance for folks with false teeth.
Deeps maybe – deep he ain’t.
