4 Quotes by Shay Caroline

They were Catholic, my lovers,All in an access of crossing themselves,Particularly their fingersBehind their suspendered backs--And that was the women.

Beauty should never lower its guard around Appetite.

Your fans, they love you erratic, charmingly gut-shot. They place the rose in your teeth, and you live off the thorns.

The Easter egg which was not foundcontained a letter from the hen who laid it,saying "Fuck your kids,What about mine?